Fred was a Border collie cross. I had him when I lived at Checkley on Barry's farm. The only problem with Fred was that, even though he was a sheepdog, he wasn't trained. Consequently, rather than care for sheep, he used to chase them and that was his downfall. I had no choice but to find him a new home. My dad found one for him and away he went. I think that may have been the best thing for him because the new owners, some five years after I'd let him go, asked dad if he would look after Fred while they went away for a week. I didn't visit him, rather I just took a peep at him without him knowing. He was sound. That meant a great deal to me.