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Dogsmas (or Chienakuh?)
My dogs love this time of year, thought I doubt they know the why's and wherefore's of the reasons they enjoy it. Cooler weather, for one thing, means more hikes at any hour of the day. Plus there is all the food-- events where they often enjoy the bountiful foodstuffs.
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A friend of mine adopted a dog from Kingman, AZ (hi, JC!). Wil is a beautiful brindled...something. I think he's got border collie in him-- but I see border in nearly anything with tip'd ears. He lurves Apache (bitey, snappy Apache!) and R0ndo likes him well enough to actually play with Wil! (<-- which is amazing, if you know R0ndo). The party includes the traditional (in this household, at least) Chanukah Ham. The dogs are trying to use their canine telekinesis to -will- the ham outside. "A" for effort, but fail.
As can be seen from the plethora of dog-related posts, I love my crazy border collies. I've got a theory that the more one interacts with one's dogs, the more they develop distinct personalities. I see two types of dog: the "dog"-- they are dogs who bark, like to go on walks and sometimes play, but that's it. They have glass-bead eyes. Then there are the goofballs, neurotics and crazies that have a variety of facial expressions, do goofy things and have almost human personalities. You can see it in their eyes.
My two dogs display their personalities even in their sleep:
R0ndo sleeps like I wish I could: totally relaxed, sprawled out and boneless:
Apache, on the other hand, sleeps in twisted, torturous positions:
I love hearing them woof and howl in their sleep.
They keep me sane and force me to stay in shape...I can't imagine anything else that could have gotten me to go on a walk in the middle of the night, with winds gusting to 40mph and a wind chill that brought temps into the 20's. I would have been more than happy to stay warm inside, working on my annual McRib sandwich dinner. But when they give me that "look"...on go the gloves, hat and coat and off we go to further my reputation as the neighborhood kook with the two black and white dogs.
Chienakuh
A friend of mine adopted a dog from Kingman, AZ (hi, JC!). Wil is a beautiful brindled...something. I think he's got border collie in him-- but I see border in nearly anything with tip'd ears. He lurves Apache (bitey, snappy Apache!) and R0ndo likes him well enough to actually play with Wil! (<-- which is amazing, if you know R0ndo). The party includes the traditional (in this household, at least) Chanukah Ham. The dogs are trying to use their canine telekinesis to -will- the ham outside. "A" for effort, but fail.
As can be seen from the plethora of dog-related posts, I love my crazy border collies. I've got a theory that the more one interacts with one's dogs, the more they develop distinct personalities. I see two types of dog: the "dog"-- they are dogs who bark, like to go on walks and sometimes play, but that's it. They have glass-bead eyes. Then there are the goofballs, neurotics and crazies that have a variety of facial expressions, do goofy things and have almost human personalities. You can see it in their eyes.
My two dogs display their personalities even in their sleep:
R0ndo sleeps like I wish I could: totally relaxed, sprawled out and boneless:
Apache, on the other hand, sleeps in twisted, torturous positions:
I love hearing them woof and howl in their sleep.
They keep me sane and force me to stay in shape...I can't imagine anything else that could have gotten me to go on a walk in the middle of the night, with winds gusting to 40mph and a wind chill that brought temps into the 20's. I would have been more than happy to stay warm inside, working on my annual McRib sandwich dinner. But when they give me that "look"...on go the gloves, hat and coat and off we go to further my reputation as the neighborhood kook with the two black and white dogs.
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I lost my border collie around this time last year, and I miss him terribly. Your dogs remind me of him: full of personality every second and they have you trained well. :) I recall many a winter day, with snow falling by the foot or more each hour, where he would turn on "the sad face" and we'd have to bundle up five layers thick and let him lead us around in the frigid temp because he wanted that walkie! (This applied a few times to rain as well, but Bandit tended to hate the heavy rains even more than us, so on those days we'd get a small break... still be forced to play inside, though. ;P)
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R0ndo, my big male, is an all-weather guy and little deters him; Apache, the small female is a bitch-princess and even a wet sidewalk will have her reconsidering a walk.
Sorry to hear about your collie: I know what you must be feeling. I was a trainwreck when I lost my husky after fifteen years. Fortunately for me my boys are just reaching what I hope is their middle age...
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