Brilliant, many years ago I wrote a poem about that :-
My Grandad's clever dog.
My grandfather told me a tale
I'll tell it you now if you've time
It happened when I was a lad
In days away back in long syne
He worked on the land all his days
As far as I understand
He toiled as a ploughman I know
When he took his Mary's fair hand
But all of the time that I knew him
As a shepherd he toiled away
His sheepdog was always my pal
When work was done, we'd play
Now Lassie,that dog, was clever
She was also a blacksmith you see
Or that's what Grandad said
I believed everything he told me
Lassie must've been really good
With an anvil 'n hammer 'n tools
For Grandad could never have lied
His Grandson he'd never have fooled
So the story he told me was true
Of the artisan dog on the floor
Who leapt when he stood on her tail
And that dog made a bolt for the door.
Archie McKellar
