Auteur: Kate Wilson. Schrijf een review. E-mail deze pagina. Engels september Paperback pagina's Alle productspecificaties. Productbeschrijving Tip the talking dog, tells her own dog stories of her farm life, action and adventures on the farm with the other farm animals. She begins her story when she came to the farm as a puppy and met the other farm dogs, and how she began her sheepdog training from a pet dog, to become a full working farm dog with the farm sheep, cattle and finally geese.
Tip tells of how farmer Ted chose Border Collie sheepdogs as his farm dogs, and how he and his wife Aggie both helped train her to become the top dog she is today and man's best friend. Border Collies also make good guard dogs, and loyal companions to their owners, always on the lookout for strangers visiting the farm. Tip and her friends lived most of their lives in the house in comfort, hence the saying, it's a dogs life, compared to most dogs they were spoilt and loved.
In easy to understand ways Tip explains how the lambs are born right up until the time they are turned out into the fields with their mums. I ought to be thrashed instead of her being punished. Now she won't look at me or listen to me any more. Tom took all the blame! Why, she had never for a moment thought of such a thing! It wasn't his fault, she would tell him so. The scraping of his chair as he pushed it back from the table drowned the sound of her voice, and before she could call again he was gone.
She jumped out of bed, threw on her clothes, and stopping only long enough to brush back her tangled hair, she rushed out of the house and up the hill toward the office of the surveyor. Tom was standing by the big draughting table lettering a map, the surveyor was busy with some blueprints in the window, and Mr. Carson sat near by with a notebook in hand which he was searching industriously.
All this  Tabitha saw as she stumbled over the threshold, but without heeding either of the two men, she cast herself into Tom's arms with the wail, "O, Tom, you ain't to blame, and you don't deserve to be thrashed! I told a lie and I stole the white silk dress with those lovely scallops. But those were such grand names—yours 'specially, though mine was longer—and oh, I hate being a cat all my life! Miss Brooks won't like me any more, and I expect Carrie will hate me, too. There was a stifled exclamation—she thought from Tom—then two strong arms closed around her, and she found herself crying into someone's vest pocket, but it wasn't Tom's.
He had not yet attained the dignity of vests. Surprised, she hushed her sobs, though she still clung to the protecting arms, and in a moment she heard Tom say, "She will be all right now, sir. I will take her home.
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But the big arms only held her closer and Mr. Carson's voice, trembling a little and husky with emotion, replied, "I want her for a little while, Tom. Leave her with me.
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It wasn't a lie and it wasn't stealing. You ought to have asked someone about it and everything would have been all right, but you mustn't cry about it any more. Carrie loves you just the same and so does Mother Carson and so do I. I don't think Tabitha is a horrid name—". When they plague you, you scratch; and so they like to tease.
If you paid no attention to the thoughtless things they said, they would soon stop teasing. I  thought it was because of the name. He smiled.
The name sounded so perfectly incongruous for that slender slip of girl, more so than the despised Tabitha; but he understood what a charm the long, rhythmic words held for the child who had missed so much happiness in her short life, so he gravely answered,. Before he had a chance to say anything further, the door of the Carson house flew open and happy-faced Carrie flew up the path to meet them, crying joyously, "Miss Brooks is here, and she wants to see you, 'cause we've missed you dreadfully at school.
Carrie's voice was shrill with joy; and hastily setting the last cup on the pantry shelf, Tabitha seized her sunbonnet and rushed away to join her excited playmate.
Tell me what to call him. Isn't he a beauty? Talking and laughing and capering in delight, Carrie led the way to the rear of the house, and there in a box on the steps was a beautiful, black, shaggy pup, with the longest, silkiest hair and the prettiest brown eyes. And what a cunning nose! See him lick my hand! Isn't he cute? One of papa's men at the mine owned four of these little pups, and he sold this one for five dollars.
He is to be my very own and I am going to teach him tricks when he is old enough. Isn't he a darling? I wish he belonged to me. Carrie saw the longing glance and promptly said, "You can play with him, too, Puss, and help me teach him things,—to speak when he wants something to eat, and to bring us sticks or stones when we throw them for him to chase, and to jump through barrel hoops, and to shake hands, and to walk on his hind legs like Jimmy's dog, Sport, does, and to play sleep, and to stand on his hind legs—".
I've always wanted a pet, but we've never stayed long enough in one place to have anything of this kind. I had a rabbit once, but a dog caught it, and I cried so hard Aunt Maria said I never should have another. Part of this dog can be yours," said Carrie generously, though it cost her an effort to speak those words.
What will your father and mother say? The dog is all mine to do what I like with, and I like to give you a share of him. Course he will live here, and I will feed him, so papa can tell me what to give him, as pups are very hard to raise properly and it takes someone that knows how to do it. But you can really, truly own half of him. I'd want to keep all the ownership myself.
All the pets you ever have had was a bunny, while I've had a Shetland pony until we came up here on the desert where there isn't anything for him to eat, and a little lamb out on grandma's farm, and two brown hens, and a pair of doves, and three kitties, and this makes the second dog. But they didn't all belong to me at the same time, and this dog is the best of them all—except the pony. Dear little Arrow is at grandma's house now and when I go back to town to live, if I'm not too big I am to have her again.
It has a grander sound to it than General. And yet—can I name my half of the dog, too? That ain't too many, is it? I do like all those generals so much, and I should hate to have to drop any of them. We'll call him General Grant. That evening Tabitha was sitting on the steps studying her geography when Tom came home late for supper, but every moment or two she would look up from her books toward the Carson house, and stare intently at something he could not see, while she seemed to be listening for something he could not hear.
From his seat at the table he could watch her unobserved, and when at last he had satisfied his appetite, he joined her on the steps, asking curiously, "What's the matter, Puss? Geography doesn't seem to be interesting you. Carrie has the dearest little shaggy dog.get link
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General is her name for him, and the rest is mine. It's most too long to say the whole of it every time we want him to come, so we are  going to call him General Grant for short. Isn't that a nice name? His feet are dreadfully big, but Mr. Carson says he will need them some day, and all big dogs have big feet when they are little. Carrie wanted to name him Ponto, but her father thought General sounded more dignified for such a big dog.
Ponto is a pretty name, though, and if I had a pup all of my own I'd call him— Say, Tom, do you suppose Dad would let me have a dog for my very own self? It's nice to own part of one, but think how much better it would be if I had a whole one. Then Carrie wouldn't have to share hers, and I really think she would rather own all of General Grant herself. If I asked Dad, do you suppose he would say yes? We had a pup once when I was small, and it chewed up everything it could get hold of. I had a little suit of black velvet—I remember it was the first I ever had with pockets  in it—and one day the pup got hold of it and tore it all to pieces.
Dad gave him away at last because he did so much damage. Wouldn't that be grand? I never heard anything called that, and it has such a pretty jingle about it when you say them all together. It's a—what do you call it? It means where a whole string of words begin with the same letter. Don't you think that would make a splendid name for a dog?