I know…Border collies can be a little wacky. When My Dad first adopted me we would go for long on-leash walks, and these walks moved to off-leash walks. But, My Dad soon realized that is was always better to keep me ON-LEASH during walks near the railroad tracks. Certain moving objects and I have a…how do I phrase this?…a unique relationship. One night, My Dad and I were walking along the railroad tracks in Glenview…do you know where the train station is, right by Grandpa’s, a local watering hole? Here comes a freight train, I am OFF-LEASH, and I run right at the train…HERDING required! Fortunately, I am a good listener…(CODY WAIT!)…so, I stop, look at My Dad and WAIT. One weekday morning, several years ago, My Dad was buying a coffee and gas at the Marathon Station in Glenview…across from the Audi Dealer…on Waukegan Road…right by the railroad overpass…do you know where that is? I am in the front seat of My Dad’s Ford Explorer…he was inside getting a coffee…here comes a METRA Commuter train…rush hour, about 800am. I nimbly jump out of the Ford Explorer, border collies are VERY athletic, through the driver’s window, and I am off to catch that train, to herd that train. Somehow I successfully traverse the four-lane Waukegan Road and make it into the parking lot of the Audi dealership…that is where My Dad found me. When I saw My Dad, I immediately sat down. He was very glad to see me. He picked me up, carried me across Waukegan Road and back to the Ford Explorer. After that close call, My Dad ALWAYS put the windows up high enough so that a very athletic Border collie with a propensity for herding moving objects would be unable to jump out the window.
A couple of years a go, My Dad announced our mid-day walk, opened the door, and out I went. I am always out the door first, leading the way, on the lookout for…everything. I always announce my presence, to anyone who is within earshot, “EVERYBODY WAKE UP, PAY ATTENTION, THE BORDER COLLIE HAS BEEN RELEASED…IT’S ME, CODY!!!” And guess who has just entered the parking lot? The brown cube, the despised brown truck, the very annoying diesel rumble of U-P-S. This is one object who needs some SERIOUS herding, and I am just the canine to accomplish this task. Without hesitation, I run right at the UPS truck…head-to-head, stop, STOP, S-T-O-P…you will bend to my determination, my resolve, my decisiveness, my obstinacy, my fixedness. And, the UPS truck did bend to my determined border collie-ness, halted at the sight of my obstructive nature…My Dad simply asked me, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” (what does it look like I am doing?)
On Friday, another herding opportunity – THE MAILMAN! That tiny white truck, the blue and red markings, the surprisingly deep rumble of the low horsepower engine…I cannot stand it. The mail truck has just been parked by the farther set of mailboxes. I rush this daily source of irritation, charge the mail truck…head-to-head…BARK BARK BARK..”Hey Cody, what’s up dude?” The mail man is pretty cool with me, he knows I am not, and never have been, a biter. But the mail truck, I really despise the mail truck.