Great Lakes Border Collie Rescue rescued me from the Chicago Anti-Cruelty Society. My earliest days were spent on the property of a church – somewhere – to keep geese off of their property. I slept in a garage at night. Well, (DUH) this first job didn’t work out. I didn’t give a hoot about geese (or ducks, or rabbits) then, and I don’t now. NEWS FLASH – herding dogs are supposed to PROTECT their flock. I guess the pastor at this church didn’t understand that, go figure. Squirrels are a MUCH different matter, but we’ll save that for another time. I was fostered in Michigan by Mindy. My Dad often says that Mindy did a great job with me. I was ready, out-of-the-box, for my forever home in the Chicago area.
Border collies are always connected with canine athletics. My Dad was told that I didn’t care much about Frisbee, but he gave it a shot anyway. I caught on to this right away, so I have no idea where someone thought that I would not be interested in Frisbee. Our estate, well, actually the public golf course, became my proving ground for catching the Frisbee. My Dad was always amazed that I could run flat-out, watch the Frisbee’s flight, and be in the right spot – EVERY TIME – to make the catch. Some mornings my Dad and I would go to a park with large open manicured grass fields. This is where my ability to f-o-c-u-s is really put on display…when my Dad had the Frisbees, I ignored everything else – other (less smart) dogs, squirrels, people, did I mention dogs, airplanes…I was FOCUSED! Walkers in the park would routinely take a seat on nearby benches or on the ground and watch me work (perform). People would applaud, ask to take pictures with me. My Dad was VERY proud of me. And something else about being a Border collie…people – everywhere- ask my Dad, “Is that a Border collie?” My Dad loves to show me off, and being a Therapy dog, this is easy! I like to meet and greet. I have a very steady, polite, easy-going demeanor – no surprises with me…NEVER. My Dad wants people to ask about me, ask to pet me. Toddlers, kids, teens, adults, seniors – doesn’t matter to me…I am always a good boy. One Saturday morning, I was laying next to my Dad outside a Starbucks. A woman approached and just stopped dead in her tracks, looking at me. My Dad said, “Cody’s a Therapy Dog…if you want to pet him go right ahead.” And she said, “I want that dog on my show!” Turns out she was a producer for Green Screen Adventures on WCIU, Channel 26, here in Chicago. So, the next Saturday, my Dad drove me downtown and I spent three hours in the studio for a half-hour show. Frisbee is way more fun, but I got through it.