They practice forgiveness. Grudges are exhausting and depressing no matter the cause, and moving past them makes wonderful space for freedom and happiness.
Going bye-bye in the car is one of my favorite…
“Hey, Magic, get to the point! You told me you were going to write about your experiences with puppies and young dogs…or, are you too tired from running around with Sadie?”
What’s the rush? You haven’t shaved yet today, why don’t you take care of that, now?
My blog, my blog, my blog. You have your blog (www.betterinstructors-betterrefs.com) and I have my blog…relax.
Yes. I am the mentor, the trainer, the wise man, the adviser, the guru, the cleric of canines. Let us get to know each other at your pace; some chase me-chase you games, some wrestling and play fighting. I may correct your behavior with a low growl, I may grip your haunches. When I roll onto my back and show you my speckled tummy, I am anointing you as my friend forever. So sniff me, approach from the rear, take your time. I want you to feel comfortable with me. I will ignore you, pretend you are not there. I am confident in my Border collie-ness, I am confident in my abilities inherited over the centuries from the Border collies who came before me. And when you are ready for me to work my “magic,” we will be best friends.
CASE STUDY: SASHA – AUSTRALIAN CATTLE DOG (PUPPY)
Sasha was fearful of me at the initial consult. I was aware of our size difference and our ages. Just a puppy, given up by her owners because they had to move out of the continental United States. The excuses humans come up with…sigh. My “I AM IGNORING YOU” approach worked the best with Sasha. But Sasha was VERY wary – took a whole 45 minutes to take her from great wariness to pursuit games. She is still a little dorky puppy, but very cute…wouldn’t you agree?
CASE STUDY: SADIE – BORDER COLLIE (PUPPY)
No fearfulness here, that is for sure. Pursuit games, play-fighting, a quick learner. However, Sadie will give a whimper during pursuit games if she anticipates a “gripping” maneuver coming close to her hindquarter (official Border collie terminology). And if a gripping is going to be applied by the “chaser/herder,” Sadie will “crash + burn,” a deliberate rolling onto the turf to avoid the gripping. But then she is right back up and ready for more games, either as the sheep or the chaser/herder. She already knows how to cut the angles, and I have been required to “butt-tuck,” too. She has very good instincts.
Now, about to go bye-bye in the car… Don’t forget to check out THE BORDER COLLIE MUSEUM. www.bordercolliemuseum.org
“I’m taking the train downtown this morning, will you be alright for about three hours?”
“Mmmm…not really…why don’t you bring me with?”
“Traffic will be a pain, taking the train downtown will be more relaxing, I will be back by 12:30.”
“Hah! That is not three hours, that is more like four hours and 34 minutes. OK, I will entertain myself, can you leave your gloves on the table, or a hat?”
“Blackmailed by a Border collie…is that how it’s going to be? My gloves and my hats are already displaying Border collie damage…divots, gouges, nicks, pieces of fabric missing, fingers missing…”
“Oh, c’mon…we’ll drive together…we can go for a walk downtown…I know you love to show me off…right?”
Easy stuff for a determined Border collie…pushing My Dad around, manipulating him, he is so ruminant-like, at times. Yes, we are going bye-bye in the Scion xB to downtown Chicago on a “mission.” And the traffic on the Kennedy Expressway was just fine – I love sticking my head out the window at a leisurely 17 miles per hour…sometimes 2 miles per hour.
After My Dad had successfully completed his mission, serving a court summons on a very cooperative Registered Agent, he returned to the Scion xB on the 7th floor of the parking structure. I am still getting comfortable with elevators. While I will no longer hesitate to board an elevator, once I am inside, I have a tendency to spread my legs and drop into a crouch – I feel a bit more steady on my feet this way.
My Dad told me that the prior weekend, the City of Chicago had dyed the Chicago River GREEN (as if it was not green enough) for St. Patrick’s day (My Dad’s birthday) and this event coupled with the Saint Patrick’s Day parade encourages a lot of humans to drink a lot of alcohol…and this results in numerous puddles of VOMIT – EVERYWHERE. While these puddles were interesting for a Border collie, especially the pink puddles and orange puddles, My Dad kept telling “NO” in his very calm voice, and I listen VERY well!
By the way, I have a large number of canine friends who visit frequently. I am not food-aggressive, so when my canine friends visit, I will watch them have a meal at my place.
“We are leaving in the car in an hour, will you be ready?”
“Remember Maisie, that Border collie you saw in National Geographic Your Shot? She sent me some pictures. I’m writing about the handsomeness and beauty of herding dogs…yes, I will be done here within the hour…maybe we can visit Maisie…”
“You better include your buddy Patrick on this post, and don’t refer to him as the Cattle Collie, anymore…he did not like that. And as long as I’m thinking about it, don’t forget to mention your sudden success with squirrels…the corpses are starting to add up.”
“Mmmmm…good point about Patrick…I’ll start with him…”
My good friend Patrick lives in Shannondale, and I refer to him as Patrick of Shannondale. IT’S A JOKE, PATRICK! My Dad thinks you are very handsome and I’ve got to tell you, I owe you an apology. Your Mom sent me a picture of your sister (I’d like to know her a little better) and your Mom sitting together in the Sheriff’s Prison Transport (just kidding) and without a doubt, your mom is an Australian Cattle Dog, and quite beautiful, too.
“We’ll be leaving soon, wrap it up, Magic! Don’t forget about the squirrels…”
HA! It has taken me over a year to catch a squirrel…I was always overplaying my moves…too quick, too straight, too reactive. But, that changed last week…patience, pursuing a bit slower, and not reacting to their little deke-out moves, their trickery, their sense of superiority. They are actually idiots, they wait too long to make their break for freedom, they get a bit too choosy in which tree to climb, or they choose one tree and just as they get there, they change their mind. Three squirrels, two last week, and one yesterday (who did not die very pretty). Pretty simple stuff…grab ’em, puncture ’em, crunch ’em, shake ’em. Time to go. Thanks, Maisie, for the great pictures. I think I’m in love. -Magic
“How did you find out that my birthday is today?”
“Why can’t you just go with the flow…like you usually do..why are you over-thinking this?”
“I’m a rescue, picked up as a stray…right? What…did you drive down to Quincy, Illinois and find my parents…snoop around the truck stop where I was found? That would make you a pretty good investigator…”
“We guessed…your birthday was assigned by what Dr. Preiser saw when she examined you…remember, the week after you were adopted, remember being fostered at Kathy’s house? Remember Cody and I picked you up at Kathy’s house”?
“Duh…of course I remember, Border collies remember everything…and my date of birth was determined how?”
“Dr. Preiser said you were 8-10 months old…max…based on your brilliant white teeth, your weight, your demeanor. Dr. Preiser said you were just a baby. So, we did a little math and came up with a birthday of February 8th, 2014. And that makes you TWO years old, today.”
“What did my weight have to do with my age?”
“That is the simple part of the guesswork. When you were picked up in Quincy you were only 33 pounds. And Dr. Preiser said you didn’t have much muscle…even Kathy said you needed to build some muscle. During you weigh-ins at the vet in August, September, and October, your weight was right around 55 pounds. A couple of weeks ago, you were 61 pounds, I don’t know where you are putting the weight. I know you been getting a lot of exercise with all of your girlfriends – Kaya, Sophie, Erin, and Olive.”
“Can we go the woods again today, I had a great time yesterday…I like being off-leash in the woods. What was the name of that park? I really had fun chasing the Canada geese into the river.”
“White Pines State Park…and you were VERY good with every command I gave you – EVERY TIME – you really pay attention…GOOD BOY!”
“Thanks, but Border collies know how to pay attention.”
-COLDSTREAM, SCOTLAND, U.K.
A historic convention between the BORDER COLLIE BEHAVIORAL INSTITUTE (BCBI) and the lesser known CATTLE DOG BEHAVIORAL INSTITUTE (CDBI) has resulted in the settlement of claims that arose from a tongue-in-cheek comment callously made in the blog of a BCBI member in the United States. The commentary of BCBI member, Magic of Lenox, who authors the codemanbc publication, included unconfirmed and reckless wording that a CDBI member, Patrick of Shannondale, possessed a “character flaw,” a slanderous term that Patrick of Shannondale vehemently denies. The week long convention set in the rolling, rocky, sheep-filled, hills north of Coldstream resulted in new and revised accords set forth by the dominant members of both Institutes:
- There will no changes in the Canine Intelligence Rating as set forth in various International publications. The Border Collie will continue to be ranked #1 while the Cattle Dog (not to be referred to as the Cattle Collie) will continue to ranked #10. The CDBI requested a formal vote be taken to move the Cattle Dog from the #10 positionto the #8 position, now occupied by the Papillon breed, but a misspelling on the ballot means that a formal vote will not occur until the next convention in 2017.
- The terms “character flaw” and “personality defect” will no longer be permitted by members of the BCBI when referring to members of the CDBI (even if the member of the CDBI does possess such traits, EMPHASIS ADDED).
- The CDBI Board of Regents adopted a modification to the frequently altered Official Cattle Dog (ODG) breed standard. A DNA thread of at least 1.5% AND (emphasis added) possessing any amount of brown, black, gray fur WITH any amount of ticking, is now the MINIMUM standard to be included in the CDBI official membership.
My Dad heard Brandy barking several days ago, it was a weekday, and Brandy’s Mom was at work. Now Brandy knows when My Dad is taking me for a walk, or going by-by in the Scion xB, or if he is just walking with me. Brandy loves My Dad, and she know that if she calls to him, he will drop everything to rescue her, to take her for an emergency walk, or to allow her to come over to MY place to play with me. And when Brandy comes over to MY place, she acts like its HER place…sort of. She eats MY food, she eats MY chew toys…but she lets me jump on her, play fight, nibble her legs, sniff her ears, play-bite her neck, and play tug of war with my sheep plush toy.
But when I visit Brandy’s house – LOOK OUT – I never know how she is going to greet me…happily or VERY MEAN, like she wants to open my thoracic cavity. Brandy is very passive when she is off-turf, but when she is ON-TURF, that is, in her house or near her front door, she is a demonic schizoid. “OBEY MY RULES, DON’T TOUCH MY TOYS, DO NOT LOOK AT MY FOOD, DO NOT KISS MY MOM!!! YOU ARE IN MY DOMAIN…ARRRRRRRGH…
“ok, ms. vader. i don’t mean to upset you, i won’t look at you, i’ll pretend i am your prisoner, jeeez…take it easy…have you ever thought of a prescription for doggy-xanax, like a 20 year prescription?”
But come over to my place and we’re like…soooooo mellow. Pick a personality, Brandy. Love, Magic
Amazing photo! Tom and Magic
OK, OK…Last night, My Dad was watching PBS and I was feeling neglected. My most effective method to get some attention, some petting, some scratching behind the ears, is to calmly walk over to the human in question and slowly push my head into their thigh…persistently pushing into their thigh. Sooooo, I’m am pushing into My Dad’s thigh and I am getting some attention, some loving, some scratching and petting, but My Dad was way more interested in this program about glass than paying attention to me.
“I’m going into the office, post on the blog, any ideas?”
“You’re Mister Creative, Mister Author, Mister Popularity. You’re out of ideas? We changed your meds, want to talk about that?”
“Do I need HIPAA clearance for that…sign a release…isn’t that sort of personal?”
Mmmm…I just got a look, the “you’re kidding” look. OK, OK, just trying to be funny. Watch your program about glass. 17th century telescopes are VERY exciting.
I will be thirteen years old, sometime soon. Nobody seems to know what my real birth date is…happens with rescue dogs. My Dad keeps telling everyone my birthday is in January but I’ve seen my adoption papers from Great Lakes Border Collie Rescue – there are THREE dates of birth for me. No big deal though, I know I’m getting to be an old guy. My Dad keeps telling me that I still have a very sassy personality, I love to go bye-bye in the Scion xB. This morning, we’ll be going to the Vet to get my Adequan shot. My Dad has been transitioning me from Rimadyl to another drug for pain management. My hips are arthritic. My Dad is very good about lifting me onto the bed, into the Scion, up stairs….and down again. He is very gentle with me. I’ve been on Rimadyl for several years and when you are taking Rimadyl, you need to get your blood tested, something about liver enzymes, the liver working correctly. I had a blood draw last week and the important enzyme level is elevated, so no more Rimadyl.
Weather here today is sunny and cool. Being in the Scion will be very comfy. Post Office, the vet, barking at delivery trucks, LET’S GO!