GIVING IN TO TEMPTATION and BARKING AT BOVINES

“Your characterization of me as a dog, as a BORDER COLLIE, with poor manners is a bit upsetting…that photo is inappropriate.”

“Which photo are you referring to, the chewed container or the warm turkey breast in the back of the Scion xB with you?”

“Mmmmmmph…they were both taken by you today…the event is over…the event was, like, five or six days ago…you discussed this problem with me already…this is inappropriate material for the blog -MY BLOG-  I might add…I realized I made a mistake dragging the warm turkey breast into the back of the xB…”

“You did a bit more than just drag it into the back of the Scion, and I know, you were apologetic about your actions.”

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Warm, savory, juicy…aromatherapy for dogs…mouth-watering, too, and very tasty!

My Dad and I were out and about last Saturday, and one of our stops was Sunset Foods for some groceries.  And while I will use the photos My Dad took today, I am using these only so that all of my loyal and faithful readers will understand that this event took place on SATURDAY – some six days ago!  For some reason, My Dad feels that my poorly thought out decision to crawl up into the front seat of the xB and  g-e-n-t-l-y  pick up the cooked, juicy ROTISSERIE turkey breast and bring to the back of the Scion requires a full disclosure – must be the investigator in him.  I am referring to this as a re-creation of the actual event – gently pick up the Sunset Foods plastic bag holding the savory, aroma-therapy of the juicy, warm turkey breast, remove the warm plastic container from the plastic bag, chew and pry the clear plastic top from the container and….VOILA!…a delicious, mouth-watering turkey breast.  And I was able to chew off and consume four corners before My Dad returned from his shopping foray at Target, or as he likes to say, “TARJHAY.”  I say, WOOF!  That turkey breast was DELICIOUS!

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This is only a re-creation…makes My Dad feel better…

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While this is the ACTUAL container I broke into, this event took place some six days ago.  The benefit for me was turkey breast mixed into my regular IAMS Natural meal.

“Don’t forget the barking-at-the-cows story.”

“Well, finally, another story that is a bit more appropriate for MY blog.”

We drive through Glenview, Illinois several times a week…My Dad used to live here…and we pass by Wagner Farms located at the northwest corner of Lake Street and Wagner Road.  Part of the allure of Wagner Farms is that it is a  working (allegedly) dairy farm – WITH COWS.  The cows stand around, watch the cars go by, the cows are moronic.  They do not have any herding dogs, of any kind, running around Wagner Farms to keep these cows, these cud-chewing bovines, in line and alert.  So as part of my never-ending job as a Border collie, a very serious herding dog, I bark-bark-bark-bark at these simpletonians, these slobbering, burbling, bovines.  I can see their ears twitch and they look around – “….uhhh…where is the Border collie….?”  Very satisfying to get that reaction.  Time for a nap.  I played with Kaya and Erin today.  Later…….MAGIC.

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MISSION TO DOWNTOWN and PUDDLES OF VOMIT

“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…”

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My Dad taught me how to remove his hat from his head…some unfortunate damages have occurred as a direct result of my quick learning abilities.

“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!

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Wacker Drive with a view to the east…and no puddles of yucchy stuff to be seen!

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The Marina Towers “corncob,” and the curved glass of the Trump Tower in the background.  No, those people behind me were not throwing-up.

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Jumping into a raised flower bed is very easy for a Border collie.

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.

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Brandy (a/k/a Demonic Schizoid) after enjoying MY breakfast…I just watch, why cause an argument?

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Coco and Loli visited last night.  Their Mom was out of town.  Coco is a Border collie wannabe, she runs next to me outside and barks whenever I bark.  They are official members of the Magic Fan Club.

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And, meet LOLA (Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-La, from the song by the Kinks), she is an eight month old Shiba-Inu, who has just joined the Magic Fan Club.  Nice ears, YOU BABY!

THE CANINE THERAPIST FOR CANINES and THE TOY COLLECTOR

My Dad poured some old cereal outside today and the squirrels were there within…

“What?  Well, the squirrels eating the cereal happened a few minutes ago.  No, I don’t believe I need a new title…  Yes, yes, yes, I’ll get to my skills as a canine-therapist…yes, I will not forget to mention what happened at Patrick’s house.  Isn’t there a National Geographic that needs to be read?”

My Dad is always sticking his nose in when I start posting to MY blog…mmmph.  Well, anyway, I sat by the slider today watching the devil-may-care antics of six, maybe seven, squirrels, who were all jostling and positioning and arguing over which of them was going to sit on a pile of cereal My Dad had poured on the grass.  A mere seven feet separates me from my furry tormentors; their tails twitching, all hunched up as they chow-down on the cereal.  Last week by the dumpster, I out-smarted one of the garbage raiders…he chose the wrong exit point just as I was coming around the southwest corner of the trash enclosure.  I had him in my front paws, like trying to juggle…..a moving squirrel!  My Dad said that my squirrel catching efforts reminded him of Devil Sticks (see image).

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Devil Sticks.  Think of my paws as the handheld sticks and the third stick as the squirrel.  Well, that’s what My Dad saw

My Dad keeps asking me,

“And what would you do if you caught a squirrel, is that really your goal, or, you just like to scare them?”

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“Open the slider  s-l-o-w-l-y   so I can get a better view…”

 

My Dad continues to be amazed and flabbergasted at my ability to size up dogs, male and female, engage in some subtle communication, and have them playing with me within five minutes.  Although, I’ll have to admit, that getting the girls to play with me is pretty easy.  Crabby dogs, aggressive dogs, shy dogs, and dogs with self-esteem issues are no match for me.  A few pushes with my nose, backwards hopping, butt-up, head tilts and just ignoring them works the magic.  If I haven’t convinced them within 5 minutes, or so, I sit down with my back to them – they can’t stand it.  One Shi-Tsu, I met last month, whose name shall remain CONFIDENTIAL, was very yappy and snarly with me.  So, I ignored him.  Within minutes, while I was enjoying a chewy, he climbed on my back and started some suggestive movements – over and over and over – for the next hour.  Next time I looked at him he was taking a nap, go figure!  My Dad told me that Shi-Tsu was Chinese for moron…I’ll have to Google that.

Oh yes, I was a Patrick’s for a post-Thanksgiving dinner.  Patrick and I are good friends but throw another canine into the mix and he becomes MR. BOSSMAN…a character flaw I must stay alert to.  But Patrick does have a lot of toys and chew toys and I enjoyed rounding up those toys on the couch where I was relaxing.

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The Toy Collector at work

And some sad news…my dog-friend Bob, the Shar-Pei, was walking with his mom, Mary (I like her a lot!), one morning, and he was attacked by an Akita who had pulled away from his owner.  Bob was mortally wounded and was euthanized at the vet.

But, some good news also.  Mary adopted a young Shar-Pei, last week. He is from Texas and barks with a  d-r-a-w-l.  He is an “open-carry” guy.  He has had a tough beginning to his life and he can prove it – HE HAS ONLY THREE LEGS.  I stopped by his new forever home two days after his arrival.  He is a nice guy and we became friends immediately, go figure!

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My new friend, BEAR.  He is a Tripawd.  He is EXTREMELY sweet.

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Showing BEAR that I trust him.  He barks with a d-r-a-w-l…he is from Houston, TX.  BEAR said something about starting his own blog, http://www.adognamedbear.com

 

 

 

“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.

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!

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?

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

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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THE RETURN HOME

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“Do you want to take Cody home today?”

For a moment, the question caught me off guard.  I had stopped by the vet with Magic to drop off some paperwork on his October heartworm test in Quincy, Illinois, drop off a “sample,” and check on Magic’s weight.

“Yes, Cody will be going home today…”

“OK, we just want to make sure you’re OK, it hasn’t been too long, we know it can still be painful.”

And we waited about 15 minutes for the examination room with the scale to become available.

There is another examination room behind the cashier counter and that room is used only for one activity.  I know that room.  Cody, on January 8th, Tyler in 2003, and other pets of my past have been in that room with me.  There is a large framed print on the west wall entitled, His Master’s Bed…a white Labrador sound asleep on a large bed, a window looking out on a pastoral scene, curtains blowing gently, very peaceful.

A woman, about my age, with curly reddish blond hair stepped out of that room.  She was in full grief, holding an orange cloth over her eyes…sobbing.  I know that room.  I wanted to comfort her but she moved quickly to one of the open examination rooms and was gone.

A gorgeous Border collie mix came in off-leash with his owner, a woman about 30 wearing Adidas athletic warm-ups and a Chicago Blackhawks hat.  The dog, Homer, was quite a gentleman.  His lower body was white and reddish tan ticking, his upper body was gray, black and white ticking…topped off with a large parallelogram of pure black on his back and left side.  He jumped up on the wooden bench next to his Mom and was very well behaved.

And what about Magic?  Magic always receives high compliments for his handsomeness – “my o my what a gorgeous boy, oh’ that dog is gorgeous, oh he is beautiful.  I am so lucky.  And Magic was very good, very respectful.  Just a look and he sits…amazing how that communication works between man and dog.

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Magic weighed in at 46.2 pounds.  I know that Kathy P. and the good-hearted volunteers from Great Lakes Border Collie Rescue (GLBCR) will be thrilled with Magic’s weight – he weighed only 33 when he came into rescue.

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Magic’s progress with obedience, behavior, learning and sweetness has been a joy to watch.  I have increased his off-leash time outside and he really gets it…responds immediately to “Come here, Magic.”  He pays attention, a very sharp boy!  An EXTREMELY sweet boy!

If I have one regret with Cody, I did not drive him out to Oregon to spend time with me on the beautiful beaches, the paths, the pine forests, the cool air, the great people of the area around Cannon Beach.  I believe that a beach in Oregon, the Pacific ocean to to west and fog-shrouded pines to the east, the surf, people with their happy dogs, running free will be a perfect final resting place.  Magic and I will be making the drive in summer…sometime…

“Don’t forget Cody!”

A simple square box, black, Cody (January 8th 2015).  Within, is a brass metal can and Cody’s paw print in plaster.

-Cody and Magic’s Dad