“Do you want to GO to the Border Collie picnic?”
Whenever I hear the word “GO,” my ears prick up and my head tilts to the right. Of course I want to GO! Bye-bye in the car, right? I am going with My Dad to the Border Collie picnic IN THE CAR…right? Early yesterday morning, I was assisted into the back of the Scion xB – RIGHT INTO A CRATE! What is this? No barking out the window? Who will be looking out for the nefarious delivery trucks…no, not Chris. Wait, wait, wait…re-think this approach. FEDEX, UPS, U.S. Mail, those long trucks that carry new cars, going OVER bridges, going UNDER bridges, railroad crossings…sigh. How can I alert My Dad to all of these dangers? How BORING for a Border collie…sitting in a crate. Hours and hours of BORED, BORDER, BOREDEST… And, My Dad stopped at McDonald’s TWICE – NO HAMBURGERS. Complaints will be filed!
Well, I didn’t have to stay in a crate during our time at the Picnic. A lot of Border collies were there, maybe 50. Each Border collie wore a bandana color based on their temperament. Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected (that’s me) was given the “good with everybody” color. I am an expert at minding my own business. A quick hello with most of the Border collies will suffice, although a red Border Collie, MUNCH, was very amiable and had a lot to say – about everything. I liked him a lot.
No hamburgers meant that I was getting pretty hungry at lunch time. My Dad and Chris were eating Subway sandwiches and I was being ignored. I stood up, shook, gave My Dad “eye” and started barking. Where is MY food? How about some of your sandwiches? I can really push My Dad around, easy stuff for a determined Border collie. Subway sandwiches are pretty good. Even Chris had me eating out her hand. Dad, we really have to re-think car rides in the crate…