Last Sunday, My Dad and I were up at 4:30 am; we had to drive into downtown Chicago on a “secret” mission. My Dad is quite candid when he describes me as a “lure,” as in fishing lure. Who would suspect that a handsome 57 pound, very well behaved, Border collie, would be involved in subterfuge, a guise, a ruse? However, before our departure in the Scion xB, I needed my morning walk which was completed with typical Border collie efficiency. But after our return, My Dad alerted me to suspicious behavior in our parking lot. I saw My Dad peering out the bedroom window blinds, so I stepped up to the lower level of the window blinds to see what he was interested in. A stranger (stranger-danger) had just parked his older Nissan in the lot, exited his car and was looking in cars using a flashlight and pulling on the door handles! My Dad was soon on his cell phone. I followed him to our front door and we both watched the stranger skulking among the cars, we could hear door handles pulled. I gave a deep growl, My Dad quietly said, “good boy…shhh…good boy.” I love being called a good boy. The skulking stranger soon left in his car, and several minutes later, the police knocked on our door and talked with My Dad. The stranger’s car had been pulled over by the police a short distance away.
As the sky to the east lightened, My Dad and I left in the xB and headed downtown. My Dad said we would be on surveillance – waiting for someone to leave their condominium high-rise near Millenium Park.
As part of the ruse, my disguise, my being a “lure,” I am required to say HI! to a constant stream of people, many with dogs. As all of my loyal readers know, I am the canine-psychologist, the mentor, the facilitator, the play-with-me specialist. One of the dogs I encountered Sunday morning was Dante, a retriever-collie mix, and as he approached with his humans they placed a soft, fabric muzzle on his muzzle. His humans said that Dante sometimes became aggressive with other dogs. Mmm, obviously Dante hadn’t made my acquaintance, yet. So, you may not be aware of this, but, dogs can easily communicate by thought-transmission. Oh, don’t believe it? Google it…canine thought-transmission… So the muzzled Dante and I activated our thought-transmission capabilities…easy stuff, really!
why did your humans put that black tube on your mouth? is that a toy?
you seem like a cool dude, you want to play, i won’t hurt you, you’re not going to bite will you…
mmmpph…play with me…can you take this off….mmmum?
ok…looks easy, hold still, i am going to place my mouth over your mouth, won’t hurt you….easy….easy….ha, it’s off…you’re sure this isn’t a toy, i can turn it into a toy?
And then we were playing, instant best friends. No aggression, no biting, no growling…just dog fun. Dante’s parent were SHOCKED when I removed the black tube!
The following Thursday, My Dad went back to the same building for additional covert activities, don’t tell anyone. And can you guess who we ran into? Yes, Mr. Dante, who is now my BFF.