Well, they used to be well trained until the wife spoiled them, oh ok, me too. They are still rather well behaved, and with a sit command and some "cute" talk they perk up just like that. Great for pictures.
Thanks for the compliments.
I found myself working over in Iceland on several occasions for my first "real job" out of school and saw them working the herds of sheep near the airport. If you ever land in Iceland in the winter months, you will know what the moon looks like (if you have any sunlight that is). The airport is in an old lava field and it is flat expanse with broken up lava flows everywhere. In the summer these are covered in a thick emerald green carpet of moss that is quite beautiful. The people are very nice and the land is rugged and beautiful, great fishing too.
Anyway, that is what started my facination with the Icelandic Sheepdog. One day my wife, then girlfriend, said I should get a dog. I told her if I did it would be an Icelandic Sheepdog. No sooner did she open the paper and check the want ads did she see Icelandic puppies for sale. I bought one from the breeder who lived up near Syracuse, then got a phone call several weeks later asking if I would like a second one for free since I lived on a farm and she couldn't sell this one. I said yes and 7 years later I couldn't imagine not having them around.
I know this is post is getting rather long but its late I'm getting off work and feeling long winded, I took one dog winter back packing with me several years ago up to the Adirondacks or Catskills, can't remember which. I was with two friends of mine and we built a nice snow shelter to sleep in. Come morning we had all packed up our stuff and were just about to set off with snow shoes to summit the peak, when my rambuctious (sp?) dog runs up on to the top of the shelter and promptly dissappears for a second before bolting out of the front "door" covered in snow. The roof had sagged quite a bit from our breath at night and the 20 some pounds of dog was just too much and it caved in. Funniest thing I had seen in a long time. On the way back to the car my dog decided to cause a little more mischief by investigating the ice of the frozen, or not so frozen, stream where my friend was standing. He evidently walked to a thinner section and fell in. Well, my buddy walked over and grabbed him out, promptly breaking through the ice. This is when I came in on the scene, with my ungrateful dog running up the trail in high spirits and my very wet and cold friend hauling his butt out of the creek in 17 degree weather. I laughed my butt off when I heard what had happened. It could have been serious but we were only about 200 yards or so from the cars so no real chance of hypothermia. Anyway, I would say I have written more than enough.