OK, I’ll kill you first and then you can kill me…
Wanna play? OK, let’s go!
My Dad and I went on a SECRET mission last Thursday. We were up early (like I care), before dawn. A bit chilly that morning and before we went on the first walk of the day, My Dad started the engine on the Scion xB, locked it up, and off we went. I was VERY efficient in taking care of my business. Within 15 minutes we were on our way to…I don’t know…I do know that My Dad lowers the left rear window and I love to stick my head out the window. I love watching other cars approach and zoom by…moving things and Border collies….go figure. Our first stop was a Police Department Headquarters in Highland Park (I can read some things, I’m not an idiot). My Dad was out of the car about three minutes, and then we drove towards the rising sun. (There’s a McDonald’s!!!!) We pulled into a McDonald’s, I stayed in the Scion. No hamburgers? “We’ll get you some hamburgers after we finish our job.” My Dad said we were on surveillance…very hush-hush. But everytime some dog-walkers strolled by our vehicle, My Dad would roll down the windows and have a discussion about dogs (yes he is a wizard, isn’t he?). And I would get to exchange pleasantries with the dogs being walked (“I’m in the car and you’re not…did you poop, yet?…you only get three walks a day?…you NEVER get to go for car rides?”) Yes, a lot of drama and angst is exchanged between dogs during these brief encounters. Just after 9:00 a.m., My Dad left the car for the fourth time with the two manila envelopes, and he returned without the two manila envelopes…SUCCESS! My Dad was in a good mood, he called up his brother Ed (Uncle Ed to me) and asked if we (that means My Dad and Me, Magic) could play with Patrick. And then My Dad gave me a briefing on Patrick…He is a 70 pound Cattle Dog mix, maybe with Pittie, and sometimes he gets a little aggressive with other dogs, so, maybe we were not going to have a long visit with Patrick. Mmm…I get along with everyone…shouldn’t be a problem. So……we got to the house where Patrick lived and My Dad opened the rear hatchback and gave me permission to exit the Scion…My Dad has taught me to ALWAYS wait after the rear door opens…WAIT for permission…OK…and the 49 pound Border collie exits the Scion into bright, sunny weather, and temperatures in the mid 50’s. And there is a BIG open field right here, it is like my private dog park. And Patrick comes out…we’ve met briefly once before…I said, let’s play, and we started playing right away. Chase me – Chase you, herding dog pursuit, knock down, get up, wrestling, rest and start over over…we had a GREAT time. No hurting, just herding. I took down Patrick 5 times, but we were playing. I’d pretend to kill him and he’d pretend to kill me. The best part? Two McDonald’s hamburgers (plain, just the bread and the meat) for lunch. I took a long nap after we got home.
Oh, Magic….just finish me now…
This little girl is Bailey. She was, how do I put this delicately…in season.
Patrick! You believe I can’t get that ball?
This is LILLY. She wanted to get tough with me, but she wasn’t fast enough. I gave her a few kisses and she calmed down.
My speckled underbelly appears when I lay down.
With an inky black body and a black & white speckled underbelly, I am often referred to as gorgeous, handsome, or beautiful…really!