Seated Buddha image by chaiyun

Amazing photo! Tom and Magic

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TIME-OUT AT PRAIRIE WOLF

This is JENKS.  I asked him to play, but he had other things on his mind.

This is JENKS. I asked him to play, but he had other things on his mind.

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A secret mission with My Dad this morning, very hush-hush.  We drove all the way past downtown Chicago and onto southbound Lake Shore Drive.  Past the Museum of Science and Industry to an area of older apartments and condos…My Dad had to serve some paper, and he was successful – no big deal.  But he told me that the intelligence (intel, in secret agent language) he had developed on this person gave him a slight edge, just enough to factor into a successful mission.

“Want to go the Dog Park?”

What?  I was jolted out of my fascination with watching moving vehicles from the open (in the low 30’s here today!) left rear window.  What?  The DOG PARK?

“Yep, won’t be muddy, sun’s out, actually feels warm, so that’s a yes?”

Duh, and when would I say NO to the dog park.  The alertness of my amber eyes and prick ears told My Dad all he needed to know.  Yes, let’s head for the Dog Park.

My favorite play-fighter today was ACE, a young German Shepherd dog.  After Kona and Luke kept tag-teaming me and getting too rough, I ran over by Ace, sat down and showed my teeth at Kona and Luke…they were starting to hurt me and I let them know I did not like that.  After taking a short break to compose myself, I started testing Ace with a few “let’s play” moves and he was OK with playing with me.

This is me testing ACE to see if he was interested in playing.

This is me testing ACE to see if he was interested in playing.

Ace, let's play, but not too rough.  He was OK with that.  He was a nice guy.

Ace, let’s play, but not too rough. He was OK with that. He was a nice guy.

Ace and me taking a snow eating break.

Ace and me taking a snow eating break.

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This is ACE with his owner. ACE was very persistent in taking a Frisbee from his Dad’s pocket.

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This is Wally, very reserved and handsome.  A cattle dog mix.  Hey Wally, NICE EARS...you BABY!

This is Wally, very reserved and handsome. A cattle dog mix. Hey Wally, NICE EARS…you BABY!

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Yawn….time for a nap.  Be Cool.    -Magic

BARKING AT THE TOILET and THE DUO OF DOOM

Keeping an eye out for squirrels is (almost) a full time job.

Keeping an eye out for squirrels is (almost) a full time job.

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Give me about 10 minutes, I’m blogging.  Yes, yes…go warm up the Scion…yes, sounds like a plan…

My Dad can be very funny.  Very early this past Tuesday morning, about 1:15 a.m. early, he jumped up out of bed and moved very quickly to the bathroom.  As a smart and intuitive Border collie, I was very interested in this unusual behavior, so, I moved quickly to the bathroom, too.  And I’m not quite sure that was the right move…perhaps I should have stayed in bed.  My Dad was on his hands and knees barking at the toilet.  Oh, another important part of the story…My Dad’s head was INSIDE the toilet while he was barking.  So, I thought it was wise to bark, too, you know, sort of being the Border collie backup, providing support…wouldn’t you agree?  Evidently, My Dad didn’t agree.  He waved his left hand at me, which I took to mean barking support was really not necessary…at that moment…OK…  And let me see if I remember how may times My Dad was angry at the toilet, something I have NEVER seen him do before, 4 more times after that, 5 more times after that?  I gave My Dad the look, you know, the Border collie has a question look…”why so angry at the toilet?”   Mmmmmmph…no answer.  While My Dad did take me for my walks, he was moving very slowly, and he slept almost all day Tuesday.

My Dad was back to normal yesterday, playing with, talking with me, and we took a drive into the city.  My Dad had to meet with another soccer referee to plan for an upcoming course, a referee instructor course, I think.  Anyway, the other referee had a dog, a Standard Poodle, whose name is GRYFF, he is black and 46 pounds.  So, if you have been following my blog, you already know that I, too, am 46 pounds.  After a 20 minute off-turf meeting, just so nobody had their sensitive Poodle feelings hurt, we went into Gryff’s house and wrestled for about 30 minutes.  I think I was a split-second faster on my moves, counter-moves, and counter-counter moves.  Gryff showed me his soft underbelly a few times (“Oh, Magic, just end it right here…”) but I play fair, I don’t want my friends to get hurt.  I slept great last night.  -Magic

WHITE TIPPED TAILS AT PRAIRIE WOLF DOG PARK

GIBBSY was here today.  She was too busy playing with a stick to play with me.

GIBBSY was here today. She was too busy playing with a stick to play with me.

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My Dad forgot his gloves for our trip to Prairie Wolf, but he had his hat, three coats and the camera.  And I know what the Dog Park is…I didn’t know how wonderful the Dog Park could be the first couple of time we were there…but I know now!  And Gibbsy was at the Dog Park with her Mom!  I said HI! to Gibbsy but she was carrying a big stick around and wasn’t too interested in me.  And then I met my play-fighting buddy for this visit – KIP.  Kip and I are both one year old.  Kip’s Mom said he was half Border collie and half English Shepherd – like I cared.  Kip sometimes got into tussles with other dogs, but he and I got along just fine, he was a very good play-fighter.  Kip was picking on Gibbsy and Smoky had to come over and get between them.  Smoky was very talkative, especially when My Dad scratched his back.   Smoky’s Mom said that he was half German Shepherd dog and half Golden Retriever – but he was all black, a very handsome guy.

Kip was picking on Gibbsy....until....

Kip was picking on Gibbsy….until….

...the rather large (and vocal) Smoky stepped into the dust-up.  Kip decided it was time to play with me.

…the rather large (and vocal) Smoky stepped into the dust-up. Kip decided it was time to play with me.

Kip told me that he was adopted as a puppy.  He used to live in Green Bay, WI.  I told him I was found as a stray in Quincy, IL and how very good the garbage was there.

Hey, KIP!  Look out behind you!

Hey, KIP! Look out behind you!

Moving into the correct positions before play-fighting is a very important part of the porcess!

Moving into the correct positions before play-fighting is a very important part of the process!

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Get that tongue back in your mouth!

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This is Smoky...he  was a big guy but sort of a baby...he was fun to play with, too!

This is Smoky…he was a big guy but sort of a baby…he was fun to play with, too!

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PRAIRIE WOLF DOG PARK: FOUR DOGS V. ONE BC

Hey!  I am faster than you...maybe not!

Hey! I am faster than you…eeeeks….maybe not!

Whew…didn’t think I was going to survive my most recent foray to the Dog Park.  My paw-selected fight club member of the day was a very spirited Weimaraner who had a posse of:  an Aussie with a new puppy-cut, a chubby yellow Lab, and a chatterbox Spaniel.  While the Aussie and Spaniel were content to watch, the chubby yellow Lab like to come in after the Weimaraner took me down and LAY across my Border collie-ness…what a load he was!

This Weimaraner is strong AND fast!  FUN!

This Weimaraner is strong AND fast! FUN!

Arrrgh...here comes the LoadMaster!

Arrrgh…here comes the LoadMaster!

PLAYMATE OF THE DAY IS “GIBBSY!”

How about this for some serious "EYE?"

How about this for some serious “EYE?”

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Hey!  It’s me…MAGIC.  My Dad took me in the car and we went to THE DOG PARK!  A gorgeous day here…mid 40’s, warm sunshine, packed snow (no mud), and, the best part…WE WENT TO THE DOG PARK!  What?  I said that already?  Well, we did go there…isn’t there some snow to shovel…or a Scion xB to wash?  No, I won’t chew on the keys.  Sometimes, My Dad wants to h-o-v-e-r over me when I am posting to the blog…and there he goes with the bucket of water.  Guess we’re going to wash the Scion xB.  Did I tell you we went to the Prairie Wolf Dog Park?  Anyway, my best friend at the Dog Park today was GIBBSY, a German Wirehaired Pointer, and she was SO MUCH FUN!  We wrestled, chased, she played dead.

This is GIBBSY pretending to be the victim of a Border collie attack...we were just playing!

This is GIBBSY pretending to be the victim of a Border collie attack…we were just playing!

GIBBSY was very good at play-fighting...relax, we're playing!

GIBBSY was very good at play-fighting…relax, we’re playing!021

How are GIBBSY's ears backwards?  I know she was moving towards me...?

How are GIBBSY’s ears backwards? I know she was moving towards me…?

I like to play fair.  Gibbsy liked to play fair, too!

I like to play fair. Gibbsy liked to play fair, too!

This is the gorgeous and mysterious GRETA.  She would not tell anyone about her Mom and Dad.  I asked her if she was a Border collie and she gave me a wink.  The 50/50 split face is very interesting.

This is Greta...very mysterious about her lineage.

This is Greta…very mysterious about her lineage.

BOO is the tri-color short-haired collie.  My Dad, the wizard that he is, forgot the other collie's name...jeez...

BOO is the tri-color short-haired collie. My Dad, the wizard that he is, forgot the other collie’s name…jeez…

This is CODY.  He didn't like being called "antenna tail."

This is CODY. He didn’t like being called “antenna tail.”

This is the "let's go" position...I get this a lot...

This is the “let’s go” position…I get this a lot…

Time for some hamburgers.  We went to McDonald's.

Time for some hamburgers. We went to McDonald’s.

Time for a nap, gotta go…bye.     -Magic