My Dad got his Scion xB back from the repair shop today. Remember, he drove over a trailer hitch on Route 53? Thought he was going to clear it…nope. $3,000 in damage to the bottom of the xB, but, all fixed now. My Dad kept referring to the rental Dodge Avenger as the essence of mediocrity. So back to me, me as in CODY, the Border collie. Most people have NO idea I am a Border collie. I have been asked if I am a Dalmatian, an English setter, a (cringe) Springer Spaniel…some people look at me as if I am the second-coming of Godzilla, as they cross to the other side of the street, then keep looking behind themselves to see what I am doing. If you see Border collies competing on AKC televised championships, you see the classical, traditional Border collie – black and white, perfectly coiffed. Don’t get me wrong, they’re still GORGEOUS dogs (like all Border collies). Here is where you have to pay attention. The pictures below are of me, taken a few minutes ago. (I HATE HAVING MY PICTURE TAKEN…USUALLY I WILL TURN MY BACK TO YOU OR JUST WALK AWAY…REALLY!) I have lots of ticking, the area around my back end is almost pure white, as is my tail. I have very symmetrical ticking on my front legs, my face is VERY interesting, and I have some pure white patches around my shoulders. So, lets get to the pictures. Don’t everyone hold your breath at at the same time.
Here is the right side of my face. If you look carefully at my muzzle you’ll see the number 4. My Dad calls that black swish to the left of my eye “warpaint.” To the right are my very symmetrical front legs – lots of ticking. Ignore the squeaky toy in the background.
Here is the left side of my face, the all black split-face…with some ticking. To the right is my caboose, a light of plain white on the tail, my hips, and back legs. All of the grayish ticking is where God meant me to be black, oh well.
And here, you can see my mostly white neck. That’s my minion in the left background, Finnegan. He treats me like the (subtle) Alpha-male I am.