I'd tell more about Old Bossy but I'd break down in tears, like the time she ran into the hours and upstairs to let us know about the fire in the basement, which, thanks to her quick action, was easily put out and the house and our lives saved.

Or the time it got so cold and she let us cuddle up to her for warmth and then gave ice cream for a week. And the time my other brother fell in a well and Old Bossy ran for help just like Lassie.