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  1. The fact that this miller --- er. I mean professional breeder, sits on a state Pet/Animal Advisory Board --- something smells rotten in the state of Kansas. Petland, after some unsavory but true publicity, faded from the public eye. It doesn't surprise me that they've come back to continue the business of profiteering under another name. Change the name, pay for a slick ad guy to promote a squeaky clean image, and you're good to go. "Professional Breeder" -- gag gag. Wonder if they'll put up pics of their less than savory suppliers
  2. I just now saw his pics (I couldn't before) and was surprised to see he's a smoothie and not rough coated, which makes me even more curious than before where he came from. (I wonder if he was marketed as a "rare short-haired border collie")
  3. http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/35077733/ns/...mals/?GT1=43001
  4. Years ago -- before internet message boards, I read of a breeder --- don't remember what breed --- had a litter of pups and put carpet down so the pups could have some traction as they learned to walk. I don't know what sort of carpet it was, but one day she heard some frantic crying from the pups. They had awakened, tottered over to another part of the x-pen to pee and their urine mixed with the chemicals/dye in the carpet and resulted in burns on their tummies. They all survived, but just reading about that episode scared the crap out of me and made me "chemically" aware or even paranoid about what sort of toxins might be in our environment.
  5. It would be interesting to know who the pup's breeder is. Is Hunte Corp. into border collies? -- or might he be an Amish bred dog -- just curious. Thank goodness you gave those people your contact information. If these people learned any lesson it would probably be not to get another border collie and not that a pet store isn't a place to buy a pup.
  6. Wow. That's a gorgeous collar. Come to think of it, there's a couple border collies by me right now whose collars are looking ratty. Hmmmm
  7. Sue, don't you just love the first catapult off the bed in the morning which happens when you make that first stretch of your body when beginning the process of waking up, subtle though it might be. And then the catapulters sound the alarm -- "She's up! She's up! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Go out. Go pee! Oh boy!". If I have the nerve to go to take care of my own needs first, there's no room to move in my small bathroom. They're all giving me the EYE.
  8. But he didn't say leaving a group. Just blocking his path, and I've seen my own LGD's -- though not working as LGD's, do the same and would not call it herding. If I saw Mark's maremmas or my CO's, make deliberate moves to bring an errant human back to a group of people (say we had visitors and therefore lots of people at the house), then I might use the word herding, but to simply block someone's path, in the mind of an LGD, that's not herding.
  9. On Animal Planet -- Saturday mornings, I think, is a dog trainer who takes on requests to teach different dogs tricks. I forget his name and didn't really watch the show -- the tv was just on and I was only able to hear some of what this particular program was about. Of course, what caught my attention was that the subject dog was a 9 yr. old border collie bitch. There were several small school aged kids in the household and the request was to teach the border collie to herd the kids to the school bus. I was going into work that day and couldn't watch, but my first reaction was HUH? In my book, herding kids has always been a no no and they were giving airtime to a request by someone who doesn't know better? Did anyone see the program? Before I become totally negative, maybe the trainer put a twist on the training to herd the woman's kids where it was acceptable? Just curious, but without knowing what happened, all I have to go by is "so & so will train a border collie to herd small children to the bus stop".
  10. When my GSD and friend's dobe body blocked, it was mostly with people who didn't belong to the household, and when they did that, they made it clear that said person was to stay in said room until master came back. My CO's -- LGD's, put their bodies in between pup or person and possible danger. As far as the border collies being in front, so they can easily get your attention --- sigh. I know that all too well. I go through that every morning. Oh Boy! It's 4 a.m. I'm up to go to the bathroom. They think the day is beginning. They swirl around me, making eye contact, Oh boy oh boy. Let's go out. Let's go out, and with an undulating and furry mass I make my way to the coffee pot and then the door. They all run out. Quick potty. If the Amish guy's been there the day before, they take a few extra minutes to smell horse crap and that undulating mass gathers once again at the door and then it's "OK. What we gonna do now. Huh? Let's go see the cats. OK. We seen the cats. What now. " I try to sit and get my inner engine going with a strong cup of coffee and they are all in front of me staring, they're still, but staring, occasionally making ugly faces at the dog next to them, but the minute I move, so do they --- we are a choreographed and synchronized mass --- but body blocked me to stop me from moving --- never, neither as a pack or individually. ETA - the fact that their main meal is in the a.m. accounts for a lot of their intensity in the morning. -- in all fairness, I had to add that.
  11. I have to agree here. I have 13 border collies now. These 13 plus the ones I've had in my past never ever demonstrated this behavior. OTOH, I've had my 2 CO's (LGD's), a GSD and know of someone's dobe who would block someone from leaving a room -- for different reasons, I'm sure, but that it was herding instinct never entered my mind.
  12. Over the years I've seen far too many rude behaviors laughed off as "herding instinct"--I mean ad nauseum -- and these were all in adult dogs. OP's pup is, well, a pup, still learning. I give the OP enough credit for brains to see this as a puppy behavior, cute for now, but not something to be encouraged. I do understand where some would raise hackles hearing "my dog does -- fill in the blank -- because it's his herding instinct -- he's part border collie, ya know" and therefore it's not only acceptable, but almost necessary. like breathing and sleeping. It's these types I want to bitch slap because I'm tired of otherwise sane people rationalize their obnoxious dog's behavior, because it does sometimes end up with we couldn't handle his herding instinct -- he is part border collie, ya know -- and took him to the pound -- or whatever. This brought to mind something I saw years ago when border collies were first "recognized" by ACK. Every year, there were two huge show clusters in this area -- 4 days, 4 shows, one cluster in the summer, one in the winter. I would work at these shows and got to see a lot of dogs, a lot of people. These clusters drew thousands of John Q's. There was this one idiot with a border collie -- confo dog, I believe, walking around the show grounds showing off her dog. So what's wrong with that? Nothing, but it was the way she paraded around the show grounds with her border collie. The dog had a hold of her pant leg the entire time, growling and so she walked, step, drag, step, drag, step, drag, dog attached to her leg, parading her dog's cuteness -- he is a border collie after all, and also making a spectacle of her supposed exasperation. Of course the spectators fed into her "isn't this just the cutest thing". If it were legal, I'd have dope slapped her. I wonder how many people came away from that show that day thinking that this was normal and acceptable behavior for a border collie.
  13. It's amazing how many lives such a sweet soul can touch - even make a difference in. Sleep gently. Sleep well. You've earned it, Annie.
  14. I don't know about the top 3 but, Gracie, my resident red head did something yesterday I thought was hilarious, but the repair guy must have thought was weird. Gracie is the type of border collie who, if there is no toy or ball in sight, will make the effort to find something - anything, to bring back to you for a game of fetch --- including chunks of concrete which she's found on the property and dragged back only to be disappointed that it didn't wind up in a throw and fetch session. A couple of days ago my furnace went out. I spent the night under a big comforter, no heat. The next morning, while waiting for the repair guy to come out, I had Gracie out with me and was walking around the house knocking down the huge, I mean HUGE icicles that had formed around my house. Coming down, they could seriously hurt anyone standing underneath, but when they did come down they broke into huge pieces. Gracie was totally fascinated by this process --- potential fetch toys, you know. When the repair guy came, we went into the basement by way of an outside cellar door. While I was watching the guy try to get my furnace going, I heard a thunk, thunk, thunk, down the cellar stairs. Gracie was dragging these icicles one by one and pushing, throwing, whatever she had to do to get them down the steps and taking a step or two back in a crouch, waiting for one of us to respond. I thought it was funny. The furnace guy just mumbled. And for her efforts, I took one of the smaller chunks and hurled it out the door. Come to think of it, maybe outsiders think my entire household is nuts.
  15. Friendships are made over special dogs. I ran into one of those friends who had a littermate to Flick, Jack, and Max. Her girl, Wren, died Christmas eve, and although she did an admirable job being stoic as she was telling me, I knew her heart was breaking. She said she never had a dog before, or since, who would give 200 % of whatever was asked of her. Yeh, sounds familiar. Although there was a similarity among all of the littermates, Wren was a little different in appearance. Rough coated, white blaze, and the only black on her was her saddle. Her head was completely brown and other than the blaze, the white feet and tail tip, so was the rest of her. Where she was so much like the rest was the way she became her owner's --- with Flick, I called it "right-hand dog" --- Wren -- her owner referred to her as her co-pilot, and like the others, Wren's death leaves a huge hole in her owner's life --- and we agree to the person, that there will never be another like the one's who now wait for us. Affirmation that I'm not really nuts --- there really was something beyond special -- something different about these dogs. Rest well, Wrenny.
  16. I love the concept of "touch". Thanks for sharing that. I do have now and have had dogs who I've taught "go find", "where is...", "show me" --- sort of the same, but not exactly. Now there is a project for us while we're snowed in.
  17. Sea has a littermate whose behavior is almost identical, although they were not raised together. I live with 12 border collies. Out of them, Sea is the only one who takes collecting to this length. I have her mom, Maggie, littermate, Joe, uncle Tam and had grandma Tib. Sea is the only one here who "collects". When I open the door to let the dogs out, Sea will run out the door with a bowl in her mouth. Sometimes she'll put it down to potty. Other times she'll just squat holding the thing in her mouth and come back in with it. If she puts it down, she always picks it back up when she's done. I've had other dogs who love to pick things up, as many things as they can, but Sea's in luck. She can carry a lot of bowls at one time. Bowls stack so I've watched her stack them, one inside the other, then pick up the bowls and run outside with them. At the dog park, she would pick up some huge toy, her head disappearing behind whatever it happened to be --- mostly a flattened soccer or basketball, and run directly at a bunch of dogs hanging around with their owners. Most dogs couldn't figure out what it was coming at them and it upset quite a few dogs. If they ran, she'd single out one, run after him and tag him on the butt with her toy. Sometimes she'd stop and lie down, eyeing the pack of dogs who were looking at her. She'd carefully place her "object" close beside her so it was right there in case she had to move quick. She's hilarious. All 29 lbs. of her.
  18. Sea, the collector. And once the snow is melted, I'm sure I'll find some more treasures outside somewhere.
  19. So are decisions like this arbitrarily made on military bases? I read somewhere that pitbull dogs were the first war dogs ever used in the US. BSL is a load of crap to begin with. This latest move adds just a little more sting.
  20. If they have overweight kids, they've probably been done away with.
  21. I'm not familiar with life on a military base, but this what's up with this? http://scoutnewspaper.com/index.php?option...&Itemid=411
  22. They weren't mine. One I didn't know, the other I loved as though he were my own. They were Jack and Max, Flick's littermates, Pete's sons. Jack belonged to a friend, but he never forgot me, no matter how long it was between visits. Other than being littermates, each of these dogs impacted their owners' lives like no other dog ever had before and each, in the wake of their deaths, left a person or persons, to grieve their loss, even those who never believed it was possible that the death of a dog could be so devastating as to bring a seemingly tough guy, to tears. The last of Petey's sons is with me, Sligo, 13 yrs. old, an old coot with a sense of humor & the darned good looks of his daddy -- like Sean Connery, I think Sligo has improved with age --- but that's a whole 'nother thread.
  23. I don't think it's hijacking the thread, Sue. This is exactly why I like these end of the year threads --- one last time to honor, to laugh, to cry about our dogs. This time it's for 2009, but I still haven't gotten over the ones I've lost in 08 -- and I probably never will. That being said, how can I forget Oliver, the coolest orange kitty there ever was. A few days after he died, I came home after work. It was dark. I've never heard it before. Heck, I never see any cats around, but somewhere from the shadows, I heard a meowing and it sounded a lot like Oliver. Maybe it was Oliver and he had come back to let me know it was OK. I never heard meowing before. Haven't heard it since.
  24. Keeping Scooter & you in my thoughts. I'll keep checking back for an update. It's a horrible feeling, not knowing and you mind running wild with speculation. Hang in there.
  25. 2009 -- My own are still with me -- dogs and humans, and I'm thankful for that, but I still haven't gotten over the pain of losing Flick last year. I just thought it would be nice, cathartic for the soul, even, to say good-bye, one last time, before time closes another chapter and 2009 becomes a memory. For all of ours who have passed on this past year, you've made your own better by sharing your lives. And for all who die with no one to shed a tear for their lives and their passing, this is for them too. May we all be better for having known what far too many don't.
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