He was called Skeeter, named in honour of the singer who passed away the week he came into our lives six years ago. He made quite an impact on our day to day living. He wanted to be helpful. If I used a rag to wipe a spot on the floor he grabbed it with his teeth and "helped". He chased away vicious squirrels and defended his property with great zeal. He would herd us...after all, he was a sheep dog.His coat was magnificent and his tail swept the floor. He hated to be brushed but once it was done, he pranced around like the little prince he was. He loved everybody, especially women that talked baby talk to him...I think he was a real softie at heart but thought he was a "big boy". We will miss this little guy more than words can say.