Compiled from the Border Collie Mailing List
Kunde the First
Casey's Turn to Bat
Damien: The Angel's Puppy
A Wee Spot of Zachary
A Trio of Rescues
My New Buddy
Little Miss Suzie Q.
Reggie's Last At Bat
From: Dori and Kunde
I am a therapist, and one of my patients does volunteer work
at the Humane Society in Oshawa, about 30 minutes from my home in Toronto.
Well, this patient and I talked animals all the time, and she knew I as
looking for a border collie. One day long after she was finished therapy,
she came back in to see the surgeon in clinic (that I did with him), and
she said that they had just had two border collie pups dropped off at the
humane society on Monday. They had been found abandoned in the Knob Hill
Farms store parking lot and it took a number of people to surround them
and catch them -- they were really upset. They were not up for adoption
yet, and in fact the humane society in Oshawa only handled cats (city pound
did the dogs), but these two were kept (and spoiled). I went in on the
Saturday to find Kunde and her brother bouncing around looking in the cat
cages. They got to run loose during the day. They called them Lady and
That same day there was a front page story on how awful it was that they
were abandoned and abused (the brother was VERY shy and snapping -- but
was adopted at the same time)(Kunde has still got a strong aversion towards
men with sticks over their shoulders - baseball bats, shovels, hockey sticks
etc.). Kunde's (Lady) picture was in the paper!
Kunde took to me right away. She was very outgoing, and started barking
(well if you can call it that - a ball of fluff that went yap and the recoiled
from the effort) at people who came near us. It was love at first lick.
From that point on we did everything wrong. We went and visited my 90 year
old grandmother who absolutely loved the dog (and vice versa -- Kunde was
great for her), and we went to the mall to get her a leash, collar, food,
toys, toys and some more toys (she stayed in the car with my father). Then
we went home and did the proper settling in things. I slept on the kitchen
floor with her her first night (on a mat, that fit both of us by morning).
I have tried to contact the brother's owners through the humane society,
especially after Kunde's back deformity (just to warn them to get insurance
if their dog starts getting lame). but I haven't heard back from them (maybe
they are on the list??).
Kunde was the first dog EVER adopted from the Oshawa Humane Society. They
now have facilities for dogs.
We had her name chosen before we got her: but she fit right in -- wonderful
smart dog (Wunde Kunde Hund).
From: Debbie Andolino with Abby and Caitlin
Abby and Caitlin are both rescue dogs.
Abby is BC and, we think, Australian Cattle dog mix. I found her at the
shelter here in Laramie. I had moved to Laramie in June and, in August,
felt an overwhelming need to go to the shelter and look around. The first
dog I saw there was Abby's brother. He and Abby had been found in a small
town outside of Laramie. I thought the brother was cute, but he was in
the process of being adopted. When I saw Abby, I fell in love. She was
very quite the first few days at home but has really blossomed into a sweet,
loving dog. She knew a lot of commands so someone must have done some training
Caitlin (my Aussie Shepherd) was a little harder to get. One of the rescue
people on the Aussie-L list posted that there were 6 dogs at the vet in
Steamboat Springs, Colorado who were waiting for a home. So I went to Steamboat
It seems that a driver had been arrested for DUI - in the car (or truck,
depending on the story I heard) were 1 wife, 3 kids, 4 cats and the 6 Aussies.
The wife pleaded with the vet to take the dogs so they wouldn't have to
go to the shelter in Steamboat. She claimed that they were show dogs and
she was so very concerned about them - so concerned that she never came
back for them! Luckily the vet had her sign a release saying that the dogs
were property of the clinic if not claimed after 2 weeks.
All of the dogs were filthy - they had been allowed to pee and poop anywhere
they wanted - including on each other. The vet's assistant that I talked
to said that it took several baths for each of them to bring them to the
place where they looked and smelled halfway reasonable. When I first saw
Caitlin, the places on her feet that were supposed to be white were still
a tan color.
All 6 dogs were eventually adopted and, I think, are doing well. Abby seemed
to bond to Caitlin as soon as she saw her. I wonder if she (Abby) missed
her brother and recognized that Cait would be someone to play with.
Both girls are marvelous - and have a great time playing together - tug,
chase, etc. I love to watch them play together and then snuggle up together
for a nap. Somehow fate brought me both of them - and I couldn't be happier
From: Jennifer Anderson with Nikki and Kelly
Just had to jump in on this topic since we have been so happy to have our
girl Kelly in our lives. We got her from the Humane Society as a second
dog and companion for our 1st girl Nikki. When we saw her, it was love
at first sight. For Nikki, it was more a matter of indignation at first,
followed by gradual tolerance. We had the dogs meet and spend time together
before we brought Kelly home, but I think it was a great shock to our Nikki
when Kelly stayed for good. It's been six months now, and while there is
still some rivalry, the two get along well and have a great time playing
Kelly is a BC-X, BIG (about 65 lbs.), black all over except for a white
chest and one half-white leg with black ticking and some white on her other
paws. Oh, and about one white hair at the tip of her tail. Her coat is
rough and she has a huge plume tail and large black "helicopter"
ears. Probably because she spent some hungry time on the street as a pup,
she has an insatiable appetitie and I have to strictly control the amount
of food she eats. I also have to monitor feeding (I used to free feed with
one) because I have *never* seen a dog eat so much. She is clever and mischevious
in play, but is as cuddly as they come when it's time to relax. She is
also extremely obedient and actually was easier to train than Nikki (full
Our family loves Kelly, and she has been great for Nikki. Nikki is a super
sensitive, shy dog by nature (this is temperment, not treatment since we've
had her from the time she was seven weeks old. I probably should have socialized
her earlier, but that's another topic...) Having Kelly around has made
Nikki less skittish and more confident all around.
Our two girls are very different in temperment: Nikki is a whirlwind, and
Kelly is a gentle cuddler. It's a nice mix.
Bringing a rescue dog into your home can be a rewarding experience. I think
in almost every case the "payback" in love, loyalty and companionship
From: Mary Lee and Brenna the mini Aussie and Casey
the airplane-eared BC and Hank the foster Collie/Border Collie
Brenna is a miniature Australian Shepherd who was dumped
when she was about a year old at a Girl Scout camp in Ohio. I happened
along, I happened to have dog biscuits with me that I had just bought that
morning (because I had to leave my Coco dog home that day and knew I'd
better bring him a treat). And I saw this little dog and she looked pretty
hungry and pretty scared (and pretty pretty). So I chunked Liv-a-Snaps
at her for two hours. She'd run in and grab them where they'd hit the ground
and run off. I started tossing them so they'd land a little closer to me
and finally she came in and took one from my hand and laid down beside
me and let me touch her.
When I got up she followed. The camp caretaker said she'd been there for
a week or two and had been running with another little dog. I never saw
the other one. He said that dogs got dumped there all the time.
Brenna received her CGC last week and as soon as she (fingers crossed)
gets her ILP will start competing for her CD.
The aforementioned Coco was found running in the median of Route 40. I
stopped, opened the door, and he jumped over me and plopped down on the
passenger seat, turned to me and said "Let's go." Coco is no
longer with us (and is still missed).
Casey is a short-haired, airplane-eared tricolor Border Collie. She was
dumped by the side of the road when she was 8 weeks old. Some people I
work with found her and took her home and a few months later asked me if
I would take her. She's now 7 months old and one happy, smart puppy (even
if she did blow the down-stay of her CGC test). She loves playing with
Brenna and even better, likes roughhousing with Hank.
Hank is a Collie/Border Collie cross. He's black and white and lean and
long-haired and tall and active. He's got that prancey front-end that looks
so good in an obedience ring. We just started heelwork with him Wednesday
and he's doing great about-turns and right circles--absolutely no lagging
from this dog. He met chickens and goats and horses and he's not sure what's
to be done about them. He likes to watch the goats. He's sure they *need*
watching (and I think he's right). He's looking for a home--somewhere where
he can get a lot of lovin and a lot of action.
From: Karen Grey, Damien, Blue, Echo and Muffin
Johannesburg, South Africa
I help out at our kennels where our club keeps any rescue
collies we get, mostly BCs of course and I play with them, love them and
brush them and try to get them used to walking on a lead. I and the other
members of our club have managed to find some really lovely homes for most
of them and I really believe that 99 % are "rehabilitatable"
if given a loving stable environment, some play or training and a lot of
love and patience.
My dog Damien was brought to me (he's lying right here under my computer
table), on a Saturday and I was supposed to take him to the kennels on
Monday for adoption. A lady phoned me and said she was looking for a companion
for her bull terrier and would like to look at him, I quickly made some
excuse and managed to convince my husband that we could keep him, however
he made it quite clear that that was the last one, 3 border collies and
a maltese. He came to us very thin, with lots of ticks, no collar, feed
sometimes and never been on a lead, he was one year old. It took me about
2 years to get him to hold and fetch a dumbell, his heelwork is beautiful
and he is a fantastic jumper and just loves his jumping. He couldn't be
more rewarding or loving and I'm so glad I've got him.
I just have to tell you my favourite rescue story. Somebody found a chocolate
and white Border that had been hit by a car, they took it to the vet who
cut the ball joint off the back leg, when he came to our rescue scheme
he wasn't walking properly and I didn't think it was right. I took him
to my vet and to cut a long story short we X-Rayed him again, paid for
another operation to scrape bits of bone that were left in the leg joint
and now he walks almost perfectly. I found him a wonderful home with a
family (4 children) who adore him, that's what makes rescue so worthwhile.
We are now working on his training and as he is already about 4 it's going
to take some time but that's okay.
From: Bill with Zachary & Kayla
In February of 1993, having been together over eight years,
Karen and I decided we were ready to take on the responsibility of having
a dog, and started frequenting the SPCA animal shelter. We knew very little
about Border Collies at the time; I'm embarassed to admit it, but all we
knew at that point was that we wanted "one of those cool black-and-white
dogs that are really smart and know how to herd sheep".
When Karen found Zachary one day, he was a 3-month-old pup who had escaped
from his home in a trailer park for the third time. I knew so little about
BCs that I thought he was probably a cross of some sort; he still had his
puppy coat, of course, and we didn't realize this would change dramatically
as he grew older. But we both connected with him immediately, and he with
us. He was wildly eager to get out of that cage, and seemed to have boundless
energy and enthusiasm.
When we checked on his availability, we discovered that his owner had contacted
the shelter, but didn't have the money to reclaim him. He was willing to
let us have Zachary (then named "Spot"), whom he now realized
was much too energetic a dog for his family's cramped quarters. He borrowed
the money to get "Spot" out of the shelter and brought him to
our house, where we reimbursed him.
"Spot" came attached to a very ratty, fraying piece of rope with
which he had been kept tied to the trailer (save when he managed to get
away). The man came back the next day upon realizing he had forgotten to
reclaim this sad little piece of rope, very concerned that we might not
want to relinquish it to him. :-( This guy had a pregnant wife and two
little kids, and they were *very* poor.
That same day, we gave him the new name "Zachary" because my
daughter was then attending an alternative high school with its facilities
right above a popular Santa Cruz restaurant named Zachary's. We thought
it fit him. And so it did. :)
Zachary's life had begun somewhere in the Santa Cruz mountains, the product
of a couple of back-yard breeders. He had been sold at a flea market to
a man who subsequently gave him to the man who finally gave him to us.
All this in less than three months! We never found out who Zachary's parents
were; the people who live up in the mountains are pretty private, and when
we inquired, we were told nothing that might lead us to them.
Over the next year, needless to say, we started to learn about Border Collie
puppies. Of course, we had *no idea*... :) Well, as I now know, Zachary
wasn't really out of the mainstream at all. In fact, he was pretty tame
as BC puppies go! We had no gaping holes chewed in our drywall, we had
no shoes chewed to shreds... We were pretty lucky for a couple of BC newbies!
His favorite mischief, though, was typically BC. When no one was watching
him, he would sneak downstairs to the TV room and pull one of the cushions
off the sofa. He would then (somehow) UNZIP THE ZIPPER on the cushion cover
and start ripping the stuffing out of the it. I timed him once, and he
was able to get downstairs, pull a cushion off the sofa, unzip the cover,
and pull all the stuffing out of it in less than 30 seconds. Then he would
go on to the next cushion. :) All this with much ferocious growling and
joyous thrashing. I don't know what he imagined he had hold of. Karen and
I laughed until we cried; it was just so completely unbelievable to us
that he could figure out how to do this, and he wasn't even six months
We knew then that we had stumbled upon something very special, and I started
really researching Border Collies, first on CompuServe and then, as I got
connected in June 1994, on the Internet, where I met April Quist, my first
Border Collie friend. :) She introduced me to the BC mailing list with
One last thing - if you can, join the Border collie email list. We're a
group that consists of everything from "just pet" owners, to
obedience and agility triallers, to herders. They are a *very* supportive
group of people, and will be very glad to answer any questions you have.
She was right! And it's still like that, even moreso. The support and help
I've received from the people on this list over the past two years have
been invaluable beyond words, and I've made a number of real friends here,
too. A lot of the original people on the list have come and gone; many
are missed, a few aren't -- :) but it's still a great group, and getting
better all the time.
From: Kathy, Alec, Skye, & Sadie
All three of my BC's are rescues. Giving my summary first, with all the
high quality dogs there seem to be in rescue, I doubt I'll ever buy a baby
pup. My dogs have all arrived housebroken and with their basic commands
in place. It's the best possible way to add to my family! Canine family
members in order of appearance;
ALEC - 9 years old, I got him at 6 months of age from the humane society
in Versailles KY. He had been dumped there by a lady from Appalachia along
with an assortment of other dogs. He was the 'puppy of the week' picture
in the paper, and a more pathetic sight you've never seen! He spent his
first two years with me on a several hundred acre thoroughbred farm running
with the owner's two Lab-flavored mixed pound puppies. No interest in sheep
whatsoever but he is a jim-dandy obedience guy, very biddable with a lightning
speed 'down'. Excellent companion on horseback rides, very serene and loving.
As time and age progressed he tore first one then the other cruciate ligament.
I had both repaired but feared that if he continued to live at the farm
he would tear them again. So, a few weeks ago he went to live with my cousin
and her golden retriever, Jackson. She got Jackson from the GR rescue.
Alec now spends his weekdays lounging in a loft of a downtown Seattle publishing
house where he is pet and pampered and spoiled and fed bits of danish by
everyone who passes by. He comes back Friday night thru Sunday night so
I still get to love and hug and take walks with him.
SKYE - three years old, got him at 18 months. Out of very driven, working
parents and placed by the breeder into a pet home with a quiet, retired
person. At 6 months she returned the dog to her adult children who had
originally purchased him. He was too much trouble, so they left him chained
up in the backyard for the next year where he learned to bite, run away
(wouldn't you?), chase cats and engage in a variety of odd neurotic behaviors
such as throwing spit in the air then jumping after the drops. He still
does this when stressed.
The most aggravating thing is when I contacted the breeder he said his
sale contract includes a 100% MONEY BACK IF THE PEOPLE WISH TO RELINQUISH
THE DOG, up to 18 months of age, AND THEY DIDN'T. They turned the dog over
to the rescue. Sigh. My original intent was to have another obedience dog
but he hated it. I took him herding as a stress reliever for him and a
year and a half later...here we are! Firmly embedded in herding land! He
is a natural with beautiful wide outruns and excellent balance. He absolutely
loves it, his whole body quivers as we approach the sheep field and he
drops into that low, snaky slink that stockdogs have. When I stop he freezes
and presses his belly on the ground. I whisper (literally) 'away to me'
and he vanishes with only the slightest movement of grass to show where
he is. The sheep never see him until he's behind them, creeping slowly.
I once read Bart Black describe herding as 'manipulating a screwdriver
with chopsticks'. It's beautiful to watch and the most addicting thing
I've ever done.
SADIE - the shy dog. Two years old, came a week ago Tuesday on the plane
from Bakersfield, CA. Raised and trained to Pro-Novice level(?) by her
breeder. He was dissatisfied because she's a soft dog and he's a ruff 'n'
tuff kinda guy. He was taking her to the pound but Albion and Marjorie
came to the rescue! Albion suggested the rescue and Marjorie posted her.
Sadie's improving rapidly and we're herding every day. She tries to get
Skye to play - licks his mouth, puts her paw on his face, all that submissive
puppy stuff - but so far Skye seems to consider himself above such puerile
activities. He'll come around, tho', his tail is wagging more when she
From: Hunter, Brady, Phantom, Travis and Target
I got Travis at The League for Animal Welfare in Cincinnati.
He and his brothers and sisters were found in a box in an abandoned house.
They were about 4 weeks old, were so malnourished they walked on their
knees and were so covered with dog crap they had no hair. The league made
them well and two were adopted as pups. I met Travis when he was just one
year old. I was there to adopt a GSD and walked past Travis' cage.....Our
eyes met and I was a goner. What this dog can do with his eyes!! His "papers"
say Chihuahua.......he is no doubt Dobie/collie/GSD 60 lbs.
Target, a walker coon hound, came here starving, we fed him and locked
him in a stall, he went over an 8 foot wall and escaped. Two days later
he was lying in the yard unable to stand. We thought he had been hit by
a car and raced to the vet. An x-ray showed a bullet in his shattered elbow.
His front leg was amputated and I named him Target. (c: He is a very gentle
soul, he and one of my cats are inseperable. He is the only dog I have
who can jump out of the dog yard.
Now, for the BCs. Phantom & Brady and 8 brothers and sisters were born
on a tree root hole in the woods near me. Mom is a purebred BC with all
the quirks. The puppies at 6 weeks were starting to venture out of the
woods and on to the road. When I found out, I went there and shoved 10
puppies into two cat carriers. I brought them home and moved them into
an empty stall in the barn. Every day they would follow me like baby ducks
into the fenced yard for playtime. A neighbor went back to the woods and
caught mom that night. She was close to starvation. It's amazing how healthy
the babies were, and roly poly too. She is now spayed and lives on the
I found homes for eight of the pups. I still see some of them. I fell in
love with Brady the day I got him, and we decided to keep Phantom because
she was such a spook. She is almost normal now, just gets scared on rare
occasions. They are just about to turn three years old. I doubt that they
are purebreds, they look it..but are much too mellow according to what
I've read on the list. I knew they were Border Collies, but knew nothing
about them. I have to say, the weeks I had the puppies here were probably
the most fun I've ever had. I cried like a bay every time one left here.
From: Kim Lalonde & Buddy
Stratford, Ontario, Canada
Our rescue is Buddy a BC-Lab X. I'd never had a dog before,
but the kids were always asking - then again they ask for every living
creature they see!!!! Saw his picture in the paper as the "dog of
the week" from the local SPCA. I thought it was crazy but couldn't
get him out of my mind - so went to see him first thing next morning. That
visit went very "badly" - woman in charge (and I can think of
lots of other things to call her) just couldn't even be bothered to show
him to me - all I got was he's in there and a pointed finger. Really didn't
get a good look because the 4 large GSD's across from him where barking
and slamming against the bars of their crates about 8 inches from the back
of me. But still something made me go back later in the afternoon. New
very nice lady was on duty and brought him out and I fell in love. He was
beautiful, a bit larger than I had thought I ever wanted my dog to be -
but what the heck - all the more to love!! I picked him up that night and
we never looked back. He has provided the kids and I with so much love
and happiness - if, and really it is not if, but when we got out next dog
it will definitely be another rescue. I have since got acquainted with
this "nice lady" and found that he was slated to be euthanized
the next day. It must have been meant to be!
From: Jen and Suzie Q.
I found my Suzie at the local no-kill shelter, Bide-a Wee
in Manhattan. When we went into the pen areas I caught her eye, then noticed
as she came to the front of her cage that there was something wrong with
her hind leg. It was too late, however- I had already fallen in love with
those eyes! Some may call me silly, but there was something so familiar
about the eyes - they looked like the reincarnation of my first dog, a
GSP, who I'd know since I was 3 mo.s old till she died of a brain tumor
at the ripe age of 17. That dog was a part of *me* and when I saw Suzie,
I knew she was the one.
So I went back out to the reception area and asked about Suzie's leg. Turns
out she'd been born in the shelter to a lab who had distemper and had passed
it on to her pups. Luckily they were able to save her life, but she would
always have the atrophied leg and chorea (a constant twitch). They also
told me they didn't really know what the long term effects of her distemper
might be, and cautioned me against adopting her out of pity. Then they
let us take her for a good long walk. Turned out that back leg did NOT
affect her jumping or running ability , however after a few swift checks,
she calmed right down into a reasonable heel. I immediately saw how smart
she was, however I had no idea she was a BC, as the shelter had her classed
as a lab mix and I had never known a BC before.
After spending her first ten months in the shelter, she had become quite
the staff favorite, so she got a big sendoff. EVERYTHING was a new experience
to her, after spending her entire life in a cage. And the first time we
took her to the park? Forget it! It was shortly after that when we were
at the park and a local breeder walked up and said "What a beautiful
border collie!" (The only real lab traits she has are the full floppy
ears and the stubbornness! Other than that she looks like the "classic"
Thus began our education on the wonderful world of BCs! That was a little
over a year ago. And of course she has had a assortment of annoying medical
problems, namely allergies (she's the only dog i've met that is allergic
to grass) and irritable skin. But while she was somewhat of a surprise
, what an amazing surprise she has turned out to be :-)
From: Kim Augustine
I took a BC in named Reggie who had all the usually problems
that a 4 year old rescue would have. He was shy had bad manners, etc. In
all however he was a very nice dog. Reggie was a smooth BC with whippet
like ears he loved to play fetch and he loved to snuggle. When I took Reggie
in the people who previously owned him said he was clear of heart worm
and that he had been tested. My vet and I both believed this and put him
on interceptor. Reggie was fine the rest of that summer and into the late
fall. When I discontinued interceptor in January( I am in MI and a lot
of vets use to say we didn't need it from Jan. to May) he was fine for
the first couple of months. Then one night I let him out and when I went
to call him back in he was lying in the yard like he was dead. My husband
and I had to carry him back in the house he re-covered but still was a
bit odd. The next morning I took him into my vet thinking he had had an
epileptic seizure she thought we should check for heart worm also. The
heart worm check of course came back positive. We promptly started treatment.
We saw Reggie through the old arsenic treatment and the three months of
crate rest and short walks.
When Reggie was better in the spring I stated training him again but he
had changed. He was not as receptive and he seemed very odd. He became
dog aggressive attacking a female golden where I work through a gate. He
started lunging at dogs in class. I am an obedience instructor so I tried
every thing I knew to get him through his dog aggression. Reggie was never
like this before his seizure in the back yard. I worked with Reggie for
over a year after this. It came to the point however even with all the
work that he could not be with any of the other dogs in my house yet I
still tried to work with him. Finally I took him for his annual check up
and he tried to attack my vet he also bit my husband's dog in the muzzle
the same week. It was at this time I knew that I had to do the right thing
for Reggie and I knew I could not let him suffer any longer. It had come
to the point where he had no life he could no longer go to work with me
and he could not be out with his house mates. Reggie was spending most
of his life in a crate I knew this was not fair for him and I didn't want
to see him suffer any longer.
The last thing I ever did for Reggie was I took him to the my vet and he
was put to sleep in my arms.
I am sorry to add such a sad story but I loved this dog dearly and I really
wanted to tell his story.
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