“NILLA” COMIN’ IN ON A V-TAIL AT KBUU (A GLBCR STORY)

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“Can you explain Doctor Killer to me one more time?”

Blah…blah…blah…the important part of the story is that My Dad and I drove up to the Burlington, WI Municipal Airport (KBUU) in the Scion xB to retrieve a young female Border Collie who was being flown in from Campbellsville, Kentucky.  Her flight was on-again, off-again, on-again, due to weather and pilot availability issues, and we finally got the green light to GO at 2:00 p.m.  When I jumped into the back of the xB, I got worried…the CRATE had been installed in the back.  My Dad didn’t say anything about me having to go in the crate.  He did make a comment about an adventure that featured hamburgers.  Hey, I’m IN!  The drive was about 80 minutes up to Burlington (population about 10,000) and My Dad always seems to know where he is going.

The airport was cool, and no one seemed to mind a well-behaved Border collie walking the flightline.  In the background is a Pilatus PC-12, built in Switzerland.

The airport was cool, and no one seemed to mind a well-behaved Border collie walking the flightline. In the background is a Pilatus PC-12, built in Switzerland.

My Dad talks to everyone, and always introduces me.  This WACO bi-wing pilot is based in Waukegan and flies 767s for American Airlines...formerly military aviator.

My Dad talks to everyone, and always introduces me. This WACO biplane pilot is based in Waukegan and flies 767s for American Airlines…a former military aviator.

The co-pilot of the flight in-bound from Kentucky was texting My Dad that his ETA was 5:00 p.m.  Right at 4:59 p.m. a Beech V-Tail, landed to the west and back-taxied to the terminal.  So, as I understand My Dad, this aircraft type, BEECH BONANZA, has a reputation as a tricky aircraft to fly with it’s high performance capabilities and “ruddervator” V-Tail. Buddy Holly died in a crash of this type in February 1959.  See Wikipedia piece below:

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The “Doctor Killer” got it’s reputation from being too much aircraft for an amateur pilot. The Beechcraft Bonanza is a radical design, low-wing, fixed landing gear aircraft with a signature V-tail introduced in 1947 by the Beech Aircraft Corporation of Wichita, Kansas. It is currently still in production by Hawker Beechcraft. It is one of the most influential aircrafts in history. More than 17,000 Bonanzas of all types have been produced.

The V-35 Beech Bonanza is the first truly modern high-performance personal aircraft. The signature V-tail is unconventional structuring of the tail. By replacing the horizontal design of the tail with a V-shaped configuration made up of two hinged pieces, the tail now combine the tasks of rudders and elevators – now affectionately called “ruddervators.”

The Beech Bonanza V-Tail, aka The DOCTOR KILLER.

The Beech Bonanza V-35

My Dad left me tethered at the xB and he met the V-Tail at the terminal.  NILLA was unloaded by the two pilots and the first thing she did was to put her front paws on My Dad and gave him a hug and a kiss on the ear – something I like to do.

I gave NILLA a quick briefing, we touched noses, and My Dad took her for a walk.  She was very thirsty.

I gave NILLA a quick briefing, we touched noses, and My Dad took her for a walk. She was very thirsty.

NILLA was very quiet in her crate on the drive home.  My Dad gave a bath with warm wet towels and he asked me to give her a warmer welcome...no problem, I like everyone!

NILLA was very quiet in her crate on the drive home. My Dad gave her a bath with warm wet towels and he asked me to give her a warmer welcome…no problem, I like everyone!

NILLA is learning to go the bathroom OUTSIDE, and she is a quick learner.  She had a few accidents but My Dad has been very patient with her.  She can really eat!

QUESTIONNAIRE FROM BORDER COLLIE BEHAVIORAL CONTROL INSTITUTE (BCBCI)

Play-fighting with BOB...I am his first dog friend.

Play-fighting with BOB…I am his first dog friend.

“Magic, you have an email, looks important…”

“What…something about my $23 million  inheritance from Nigerian relatives, and I am required to pay a $1,000 transfer fee?”

“Ha!  I can tell you are on my laptop WAY too much.  Wait, you don’t respond to those scam emails…do you?”

“Mmmm…sort of, I tell them I will meet them at the airport in Lagos, give them the tail number of my Gulfstream IV, and that I will be arriving with my security force of 12 former special forces dudes…they never get back me…what a shock…so just what is this important email?

“They want you to answer some questions, looks sort of personal, something from the BCBCI. looks VERY official.”

“Yawn…OK…why don’t you wash the Scion xB, or play Scrabble, or something…let me take care of my own affairs…mmm…let me see…”

BORDER COLLIE BEHAVIORAL CONTROL INSTITUTE

COWLEY ROAD, CAMBRIDGE CB4OWS, UNITED KINGDOM

Dear Mr. Magic, 

As you are well aware, ALL Border collies are required to submit to an annual behavioral review.  The required form is attached and should be reviewed with ALL questions answered by midnight, 15 July 2015.  Thank you for your anticipated cooperation.

Please provide information on your relationship with other canines, including Border collies:

I get along with everyone.  My main girlfriends are Kaya, Brandy, and Coco.  Siri is a female Border collie and I am in negotiations with her for play fighting that is a bit more aggressive.  Coco is a small Maltese and I will lay down next to her so we can play.  She allows me to nibble on her legs.  Bob, a Shar-Pei, is another good friend.  I am his first dog friend.

Please provide information on fears, anxieties, and unusual behaviors on your part:

I am not afraid of thunder.  I am not afraid of fireworks. I am not afraid of any dogs…I stand my ground.  I enioy going with My Dad in the Scion xB.  My Dad always has water for me in the car and we frequently stop for hamburgers.  I have some concerns about sewer grates, manhole covers, and drainage openings…I am very careful when walking around them.

Please provide information on your favorite chew toys:

My Dad’s sunglasses are a favorite.  Bully sticks, any squeaky toys, My Dad’s shoes, watches, Sheepdog caps, his soccer referee red and yellow cards, his Samsung cell phone, anything from the recycling bin, especially Dasani water bottles. Anything that is within reach in the front seat or on the dashboard of the Scion xB

Please provide information on your current jobs that DO NOT relate to herding of animals:

I am a Therapy Dog in-training, blogging, providing play-fighting and pursuit game tactics to any canine who will listen, providing Private Detective security.

Please provide information on your relationship with moving motor vehicles:

When I was adopted in December, I really enjoyed LUNGING at passing cars. With careful and thoughtful guidance from My Dad, I have suppressed that urge (unless I am showing off to my canine friends).  My Dad wants you to know that I do not care about FedEx, UPS, or U.S. Mail trucks and that I do not bark in the car…and why is that important?  OK, OK, I will get back to work…

Please provide information on your obedience inclinations:

My Dad and I are always working on something different.  I am VERY good at SIT, SHAKE, DOWN, UP, and minding my own business, especially when strangers and other canines walk by.  The humans passing by always make comments about my good behavior (and how good-looking and handsome I am).  Last week, I finally realized that a Frisbee will not hurt me and My Dad is very happy when I catch the Frisbee.

Please provide your current weight AND your weight when you moved into your current residence:

I was a skinny guy when My Dad adopted me from Great Lakes Border Collie Rescue in early December of 2014, around 33 pounds.  My Dad had me weighed at the vet, last week.  I was 58.2 pounds.  My Dad keeps asking me where I am putting the weight.

Please provide your age:

When the vet examined me in December 2014, she thought I was just a baby, 8 to 12 months old.  My Dad gave me a birthday of February 8th, 2014.  I have VERY white teeth.

Please provide the circumstances of your current living situation:

I live with My Dad, I sleep wherever I want, I get 5 or 6 long walks every day, I get off-leash play with my main girlfriend, Kaya, almost every day, and I go for a lot of rides in the car.

Coco and Lolly are two of my very good friends.  I will lay down to play with them.

Coco and Lolly (foreground) are two of my very good friends. I will lay down to play with them.

On assignment with My Dad.  Nice ears, don't you think?

On assignment with My Dad. Nice ears, don’t you think?

All squeaky toys have their squeakers removed, usually through a small hole in the belly...surgical precision.

All squeaky toys have their squeakers removed, usually through a small hole in the belly…surgical precision.

Coco finds me irresistible, she is always escaping from home and running to my place.

Coco finds me irresistible, she is always escaping from home and running to my place.

LABELED BY BRANDY and GRIPPING

“What were those words that Brandy’s Mom called me?”

“She calls you a lothario and a romeo.”

“Are these words complimentary for a Border collie?”

“Mmm…perhaps…you are VERY friendly with all the dogs you meet, especially the girls…”

“You seem a bit uncertain, what are the definitions of lothario and romeo?”

“You’re at my laptop, you do the research, you can Google both words…and put the glasses down, you don’t need glasses!”

“I like their crunchiness…”

“DOWN, put them DOWN, Magic!”

“OK, OK…l-o-t-h-a-r-i-o…

Lo·thar·i·o
lōˈTHe(ə)rēˌō,-ˈTHär-/
noun
  1. a man who behaves selfishly and irresponsibly in his sexual relationships with women.
    ME!  a lothario!?  Wait a minute, I don't even have all of my equipment!!!

    ME! a lothario!? Wait a minute, I don’t even have all of my equipment!!!

    “Mmm…what was that other word…ah…ROMEO…r-o-m-e-o…

    Ro·me·o
    ˈrōmēˌō/
    noun
    1. 1.
      an attractive, passionate male seducer or lover.
      ladies’ man, Don Juan, Casanova, Lothario, womanizer, playboy, lover,seducer, philanderer, flirt
      A Romeo?  There may be some truth to that!  Here I am with my NEW main girlfriend Kaya (#1).  She likes the

      A Romeo? There may be some truth to that! Here I am with my NEW main girlfriend Kaya (#1). She likes the “younger” types.  I hope Brandy is busy with other matters…

      Kaya (#1) likes me to chase her.  She likes it when I

      Kaya (#1) likes me to chase her. She likes it when I “GRIP” her. More about “gripping” later.

      And, here I am with Kaya (#2), a mid-afternoon dalliance.  She tired very quickly.

      And, here I am with Kaya (#2), a mid-afternoon dalliance. She tired very quickly.

      This is FLIP, another girlfriend.  No, she doesn't do

      This is FLIP, another girlfriend. No, she doesn’t do “flips” and I don’t know how she got her name. If you look carefully, I have CENSORED a certain part of her anatomy…

      Flip likes to wrestle and run into me, she is not afraid of playing rough.

      Flip likes to wrestle and run into me, she is not afraid of playing rough.

The little Shiba-Inu is KYLIE, she doesn't like when I chase her...she likes to be the chaser.  The speckled Blue-Heeler mix is Terrace...he is getting comfortable with me.

The little Shiba-Inu is KYLIE, she doesn’t like when I chase her…she likes to be the chaser. The speckled Blue-Heeler mix is Terrace…he is getting comfortable with me.

On assignment with My Dad...I get to go everywhere with him.

On assignment with My Dad…I get to go everywhere with him.

Bob, the Shar-Pei, came over for a visit.  He continues to find his way with his play activities with me.

Bob, the Shar-Pei, came over for a visit. He continues to find his way with his play activities with me.

I like to engage in playful “gripping” when I am playing with my friends.  I will pretend to bite the back and the backs of legs during chase me – chase you play, and I love to nibble on Flip’s little legs.

Have a great weekend my faithful followers!   -Magic

FORWARD OPERATING BASE QUAGMIRE and TESTING BRANDY’S LIMITS

Playing in the mud is GREAT fun, until I get hosed off.

Playing in the mud is GREAT fun, until I get hosed off.

Yawn….why up so early?  Yawn…its only 4:15!  I just gave My Dad the Border collie has a question look.  Do you know that look?  A slight head tilt, listening intently…  You’re driving your sister, Mary, her daughter and friend to the airport?  OK, let’s go for a walk and I am ready to go…I LOVE going in the car.  What?  I’m not going?  Mmmmmmph…  No room in the Scion xB this morning…luggage, three passengers.  Wait, I have an idea!  I’ll sit in between Gina and Dan, there is enough room for a slender 51 pound Border collie…right?  Mmmmmph.  Can you leave the office door open, I’m going to post on the blog?  No, I won’t chew on anything.  Yes, fine, sounds like a plan…yes, ok, ok, yes…I am going to write about the Dog Park.  Don’t forget to mention…what?  The mud?  OK…

Have any of you, my loyal readers, ever been sprayed down with a garden hose…with cold water…on a chilly day?  Three times?  Mmm…well, yes, there is more to the story.  On Thursday, My Dad took me to the Dog Park.  Sunny, mid 50’s, a slight breeze.  We stayed a pretty long time and I played with about 15 different dogs.  I noticed this muddy puddle, large enough to three or four dogs to relax in.  I was experimenting…running through this muddy puddle over and over and over.  I could hear My Dad calling to me – ‘get out of there, get out of there” – but when I am having fun at the Dog Park, I am off on another planet.  As all of you, my loyal followers, know, I am an EXPERT at enticing my fellow canines to play.  I will push you with my nose, get into the LET’S PLAY position, push you with my nose and run away, steal your ball and run away, and if you are not getting the message, I will be VERY persistent.  I found the quagmire very interesting, especially the way My Dad kept calling to me to STOP playing in the mud.  I started running to the quagmire after enticing another dog to play.  One dog in particular, a reddish Labrador female, also found the quagmire to be a great location from which to launch surprise attacks and engage in prolonged play-fighting.  During our chase-me, chase-you pursuit games, the quagmire became our base of operations; on every circuit we would run through the mud.  I would crouch in the mud, get into my “stalking wolf” position and the Labrador would slowly stalk me, this was GREAT fun!

Our play-fighting base of operations.

Our play-fighting base of operations.

Why was the quagmire so interesting?  Well, it did smell really good!

Why was the quagmire so interesting? Well, it did smell really good!

And now for part of the Dog Park, that I was not too happy with – the wash-down area.  This is a large gravel pad that has a plastic child-pool and a hose.  My Dad sprayed me off and then we went off on some more walking around the Dog Park so I could air-dry.  Did I forget about the quagmire?  Nope.  Some new dogs arrived and I went right back to the quagmire, assumed the stalking-wolf position and very soon I was all muddy again.  Before we left, I paid another visit to the wash pad followed by a leash walk around the dog park, just to dry off.  When My Dad and I arrived home, I was given ANOTHER bath, outside, the cold hose, soap, and a lot of towels.

And Brandy and I had some tussle-time, yesterday.  Brandy loves me…she lets me climb on her, kiss her ears, and bite her neck.

Tussling with Brandy.

Tussling with Brandy.

"Brandy, get that tongue back in your mouth!"

“Brandy, get that tongue back in your mouth!”

My Dad bought me a new collar.

My Dad bought me a new collar.

EXPLORING DOWNTOWN CHICAGO and THE SHAR-PEI EXPERIMENT (IF YOU CATCH ME, YOU CAN BITE ME)

The warm sun on my black fur, the smells of the city, a stroll through Grant Park...life is good.

The warm sun on my black fur, the smells of the city, a stroll through Grant Park…life is good.

Why can’t they drive in their own car?  Mmmmmmph.  I have just been informed by My Dad that I may be a bit cramped in the Scion xB this morning.  Seems My Dad, the wizard that he is, has volunteered to transport his sister, his niece, and his daughter to downtown Chicago…something about a half-marathon embarking from Diversey harbor.  What!?  There is a long walk involved?  With me?  Whew, for a moment I became concerned that, perhaps, the world stopped revolving around me and making me, The Magic Man, happy and mentally stimulated.  OK, I’m IN!  And the area behind the rear seat does have ample room to accommodate a slender Border collie…temporarily…but I would rather have my head out the window enjoying the smells of the city. OK, this calls for some sacrifice, but an adventure awaits!

Do I look like a happy Border collie?  With My Dad and his sister, Mary, in Grant Park.

Do I look like a happy Border collie? With My Dad and his sister, Mary, in Grant Park.

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Waiting for My Dad, outside of the Congress Hotel on Michigan Avenue.  He was using “the facilities.”

We walked by Federal Building twice.  They had these very nice planters with boxwood shrubs, it was very easy for a young Border collie to jump up into the planters to leave messages on the boxwoods.

We walked by Federal Building twice. They had these very nice planters with boxwood shrubs, and I found it extremely easy to lauch myself up into the planters to leave messages on the boxwoods.

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It was another cramped ride on the way home.  I couldn’t stick my head out the window.  Suddenly, I was a part of the conversation.

“Do you want to meet, Bob?”

Seems Bob is an older Shar-Pei (Chinese Fighting Dog) who has always been aggressive with other dogs.  My Dad thought that with my “magical powers of friendship.”  I would be able to convince Bob that I was a friend…not to mention my very high level of maneuverability and speed.  When we arrived at Mary’s, Bob was released from his dungeon (just kidding), and I was released from the Scion xB.  Bob ran right at me while emitting a deep growl…I am thinking, “this will be fun.”

Shar Pei trying to out maneuver the Border collie...ain't happening, dude!

Shar Pei trying to out-maneuver the Border collie…ain’t happening, dude!

A deke left, a deke right, and color me gone.  Bob could not keep up with me…I ran a tight circuit, checked my “six” every couple of seconds…I would let Bob close to within inches of me then push the afterburners FULL forward.  After five minutes, Bob was running out of gas.  He made some more attempts to run at me with his mouth open…I didn’t see any teeth…and with a half step to the left or right, I always placed Bob a little out of position.  I am all about fun, so when Bob had to take a “mark” break, I moved in for some push-and-sniff action on his back and ears…I even told him, “Hey, Bob, I just want to play, I won’t hurt you.”  And he settled down…within minutes, we were buddies, just hangin’ out together.  Bob’s Mom, Mary, was VERY surprised that we became friends so quickly!

Some "push-and-sniff" action showed Bob that I was a friend, that I did not want to hurt him.

Some “push-and-sniff” action showed Bob that I was a friend, that I did not want to hurt him.

Post pursuit and deke out session.  Bob said, "No way I can catch you, man.  Let's be friends."

Post pursuit and deke out session. Bob said, “No way I can catch you, man. Let’s be friends.”

Shar-Pei's have a tough guy persona, but a man's got to know his limitations.

Shar-Pei’s have a tough-guy persona, but a man’s got to know his limitations.

My Dad always carries a bottle of water in the Scion xB...always refreshing after a "chase-me, chase-you" session!

My Dad always carries a bottle of water in the Scion xB…always refreshing after a “chase-me, chase-you” session!

SECRET MISSION TO (TOP SECRET) and MY FIRST TIME (IN A HOTEL)

This was a TOP SECRET mission…can’t even tell you the name of the location we drove to on Wednesday.  The drive was about 4 1/2 hours, and like my predecessor, I never sleep in the Scion xB when it is in motion…I watch everything.  And when our speed is about 40mph and below, My Dad opens the left rear passenger window and I can stare at people in cars next to me, smell the air, and monitor all passing traffic.

There were TWO queen-sized beds in our room...I was very quick to pick!

There were TWO queen-sized beds in our room…I was very quick to pick!

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Have you ever slept on FOUR pillows…yes, I am VERY privileged, just to answer a question from one of my loyal and faithful followers.

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The second night in (TOP SECRET), I was a bit more comfortable…I couldn’t decide if I should sleep in the bed (my OWN bed), sleep in the easy chair (pictured), or sleep snuggled up with My Dad. I did all three and then ended up in my own bed for the night.

And, I had hamburgers from Culver’s and McDonald’s.

PLAYTIME WITH PATRICK and BLACK & WHITE SPECKLED UNDERSIDE

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OK, I’ll kill you first and then you can kill me…

Wanna play?  OK, let's go!

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...

Oh, Magic….just finish me now…

This little girl is Bailey.  She was, how do I put this delicately...in season.

This little girl is Bailey. She was, how do I put this delicately…in season.

Patrick!  You believe I can't get that ball?

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.

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.

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!

With an inky black body and a black & white speckled underbelly, I am often referred to as gorgeous, handsome, or beautiful…really!

GIVE ME A KISS and THE IDLE MIND IS THE DEVIL’S WORKSHOP

I am giving Nikki a kiss.

I am giving Nikki a kiss.

This is the Milk Bone cookie trick, the test subject's name is Chris.

This is the Milk Bone cookie trick, the test subject’s name is Chris.  

If any of you, my loyal followers, were here, RIGHT NOW, I would give you a hug with my two front paws, and a kiss, because I am a sweet guy.  And Chris, one of my most loyal followers has taken that a step further,  She places these tiny Milk-Bone cookies in her mouth and allows me to g-e-n-t-l-y remove  those tiny cookies with my sparkling white teeth.  I am VERY gentle.

My Dad is learning, the hard way, that my very creative Border collie brain needs things to do.  Any object that is within my reach is interesting enough to chew on…for example:

My Dad’s water sandals…the buckles and connector parts were quite crunchy…

My Dad’s dress shoes…he can still wear them…as part of a Halloween costume that has something to do with zombies…

The driver’s seatbelt in the Scion xB…My Dad was not in the car at the time of that project…

My Dad's seatbelt in the Scion xB.  He was not in the Scion when I did this.

My Dad’s seatbelt in the Scion xB. He was not in the Scion when I did this.

I had been caught working on this leash three times...last night we had a breakthrough!

I had been caught working on this leash three times…last night we had a breakthrough!

A roll of gray duct tape, two television remotes, several winter gloves, one of My Dad’s referee shoes, my dog bed, several leashes, an embroidered Border collie tissue dispenser, a shoe shine brush…I believe that is all…what?  Oh, yes.  My Dad just reminded me that I have chewed on some black ink pens…on the carpeting…all under unfortunate conditions…

The seatbelt has been chewed on?  Are you asking me or telling me?

The seatbelt has been chewed on? Are you asking me or telling me?

Now that you bring it up, yes, the hamburgers were very tasty (and so was your seatbelt...)

Now that you bring it up, yes, the hamburgers were very tasty (and so was your seatbelt…)

ON THE HUNT at LAKEWOOD DOG PARK

Lookin for someone to play with...

Lookin’ for someone to play with…

My Dad and I were up and out early this morning.  No breakfast for My Dad at Walker Bros., thus, no sausages for me.  But we went to a new dog park  off of Fairfield Road.  I had a great time with a Huskie, an Aussie, and someone who claimed to be part Border collie.  And I had a hamburger from Culver’s after our outing.  Yum!

Ahhhhh...the vicious wolf looking for...somone to play with!

Ahhhhh…the vicious wolf looking for…someone to play with!

Chasing down my next victim, I mean, friend, to play with…

Herding a Huskie

Herding a Huskie

This guy took me down cleanly from behind...I was right back up, and then he decided to leave...sigh...

This guy took me down cleanly from behind…I was right back up, and then he decided to leave…sigh…

This young Aussie recognized me as a fellow herding dog, instantly.  I am practicing "almost biting your butt" in this action shot.

This young Aussie recognized me as a fellow herding dog, instantly. I am practicing “almost biting your butt” in this action shot.

Yes, I hear you...time to go, already?

Yes, I hear you…time to go, already?

LAUNCHING A BORDER COLLIE – AT PRAIRIE WOLF DOG PARK

BORDER COLLIE LAUNCH!

BORDER COLLIE LAUNCH!

I know…it is shocking, just SHOCKING.  You’d better be sitting down for this news, this revelation, this BIG announcement.  Drum roll, please…here it comes…F-O-R-T-I-E-S (as in the number 40) and sunny at Prairie Wolf Dog Park, today.  And Brandy invited herself, too.  Well, let’s be honest, My Dad does like her…especially her VERY intense amber eyes.  And my good buddy GRYFF was here today, too!  We recognized each other immediately and had some great wrestling and pursuit games…he is VERY fast!  I talked to Franky for a couple of minutes…we had something in common…both of us are rescued dogs, both of us are Border collies.  Franky is red with a white star on his chest.  He said he was adopted from Wright-Way Animal Rescue.  He said he was VERY happy to get out of their.  I told Franky about being picked up as a stray in Quincy, IL and how wonderful the garbage was at the truck-stop where I was taken into custody.  My Dad bought me a Culver’s hamburger for lunch.  I asked him for two, but a hamburger and a Chewnola for lunch was OK.

The first play-fighter of the day was this guy.  I take on  all comers.

The first play-fighter of the day was this guy. I take on all comers.

A quick step to the left and advantage Border collie!

A quick step to the left and advantage Border collie!

Hah!  You are out of position, sir...

Hah! You are out of position, sir…

Brandy taking a break.

Brandy taking a break.

This is the (sometimes) brave play-fighter, GRYFF.  A man's got to know his limitations...

This is the (sometimes) brave play-fighter, GRYFF. A man’s got to know his limitations…

This is FRANKY from Wright-Way Rescue...he was a Border collie and a VERY cool dude!

This is FRANKY from Wright-Way Rescue…he was a Border collie and a VERY cool dude!