Compiled from the Border Collie Mailing List
Nuisance the Pest
Ritz and Chips
To the Max
Do You Remember, Shane?
But is Murphy Brown?
My Buddy, My Shadow
Oh Nikki You're So Fine
From the Slums to Barrio
Da Kyzer Ain't From Germany
From: Nancy Starkey
BC Rescue of Maryland
My "rescues" were instrumental in getting me started
in my BC Rescue organization. Here's their story:
I became involved with BC rescue in 1986, and it seems like such a long
time ago. Before that, my first BC came to me quite by accident in 1971.
She was 3 days old, and her mother had been killed by a car the day before.
A blob of a puppy was handed to me with the remark, if you don't take it,
it will die. Well, Nuisance was my introduction to BCs, and she taught
me first hand about the joys and challenges of living with one of these
incredible creatures. I was operating a boarding stable at the time, and
Nuisance was my constant companion (I know it's an awful name, but it was
quite appropriate when she was only days old). When I lost her to illness
at the age of 13, I didn't consider getting another BC because my lifestyle
had significantly changed. I no longer operated the stable, and I didn't
truly have a "purpose" for a BC. So, in 1986, I adopted a wonderful
Golden Retriever from the local shelter. The Golden was a great dog, but
I still longed for a companion with the intellect to which I was accustomed.
At that time I was volunteering at the shelter, and one day a local dairyman
brought in a box of five week old pups. It seems that he had bred his male
BC to his female BC, but he had seen another dog (not a BC) cover the bitch
as well. Some of the pups were obviously the produce of the BCs, and some
were definitely not. In his mind, if one was "no good" than none
of them were any good, so here they all were at the shelter. Pups younger
than eight weeks are not permitted by state law to be adopted out, so they
needed foster care or were to be euthanized. Well, as you undoubtedly imagined,
they came home with me. The crossbred pups went back to the shelter in
a few weeks to be adopted, and I found appropriate homes for the BCs. All
except one, that is, and she is still here. During her second year, "Sooner"
(the one Iâd sooner keep) and I were enrolled in obedience classes,
and there we met "Jack", an active nine month old with all the
typical bored BC behavior problems. Jack's owners didn't have the skills
necessary to help him, and they asked if I would take him, or they would
have to take him to the pound. At that time, I was becoming enthusiastic
about competitive obedience, and I had visions of working a BC brace in
the ring. So, I agreed to take on Jack. Reforming Jack wasn't too difficult,
and he was a terrific dog who became another permanent member of our pack.
Then, word seemed to spread that if you were having problems with your
BC, just call Nancy Starkey. She would either help you fix the problems
you were having with your dog, or take the dog and place it in a more suitable
home. Well, that was numerous placements and countless behavior consults
ago. Of all the placements I've had, I have only kept one other, although
I been tempted several times. "Bunks" arrived as an owner give
up in 1990, and she was scheduled to be euthanized the next day for behavior
problems all directly attributed to her owners mismanagement. When she
first came, I fully intended to place her, as I had many others before
her. But she had baggage which would make placement quite difficult, and
she really appealed to me, so I decided to keep one more. I had kept the
first two rescues because circumstances brought them my way, and it wasnât
until after acquiring them that I became actively involved in BC rescue.
I currently have six BCs of my own (including the three "rescues"),
and there is usually a placement dog here and often a pup which I am raising
for it's breeder/owner.
From: Cathy Trejbal
Summer 1995 we adopted a medium size mutt puppy - Muffy -
from the county kennels. We knew our 14yo BCx Chips wouldn't live forever.
Fall 1995 Chips got sick. It was a very difficult time for our family.
I had a hard time dealing with it and found a network of friends to help
me through the ordeal on rec.pets.dogs.misc.
Chips had been the true family dog....four kids to play soccer with, sled
ride with, sleep with and on and on and on. She was one of the kids.
Now that the kids are grown I wasn't sure I could handle another BC. As
fate would have it, I found out about BC Rescue.
She had just gotten in a BCx stray who was found in a parking lot. We took
Muffy to meet this stray and we knew we had to have her.
That week we brought Ritz home. It has to be fate! She is the perfect dog
for our family. Muffy and Ritz love each other. Three of my older children
have been home for the summer. Ritz goes from one person to another getting
love and attention.
Chips could never be replaced, but Ritz definately fills the void. Muffy
the mutt just didn't do it. BCs are certainly unique.
From: Molly, the BC with Cheryl Miller
My BC, Molly is a rescue - but I'll let her tell you the story.
Greetings fellow members of the BC union. I don't now how all of you managed
latch on to your moms and dads, but if you got them on this list, you've
probably got a soft life, like me. I'm 5 years old now and I can hardly
remember when I met my Mom - because I was just a baby. I have a hazy memory
of being with some other people who weren't very nice to me and then being
left in a big, noisy, smelly place and put in a cage in a room with a lot
of other puppies. I guess I wasn't a very nice pup when I got there - the
ladies at the shelter told my mom I was growling and snapping at everyone.
And, I was only 12 weeks old!
I guess I'm lucky that they thought I was silly, not dangerous because
they were very nice to me and held me and hugged me for a few days. I was
still scared, but I had learned that humans were OK and many were actually
very nice. Then, they put me in this cage all by myself - and I was lonely
and scared. People came up to my cage - but they all looked like serial
killers and dog beaters, so I hid in the back. Then, this lady walked up
to my cage - looked at me and announced "you're a Border Collie."
I was so impressed with her obvious intelligence that I figured she couldn't
be a serial killer and know about BC's, so I wagged my tail a few times.
This made her happy, because she sat on the floor in front of my cage and
talked to me for a long time. It was wonderful. She told me I was very
pretty and looked like a very good dog. (See, I knew she was smart!) Then,
she opened my cage and picked me up. I gave her my very best puppy smile,
and kissed her neck. We went into a little room all by ourselves and played
with a toy. And she scratched me and stroked me some more. I realized then
I was in love - but I was still a little scared. Then she told me she had
to go for awhile and I was really sad. She came back later that day and
brought a human boy with her. I guess he liked me too - because the next
day they came back again. And this time, they took me out of that noisy,
smelly place. They took me to their den and told me I could join their
pack! There were no other dogs there - but I smelled one. I never met that
other dog; Mom says it went somewhere called the Rainbow Bridge before
I joined the family.
Well, things have worked out great. I didn't take long before I had them
housebroken and trained to be in polite company. That lady is my Mom -
I took a chance on her and it really paid off. I have lots of toys, a couple
of cats to herd, and I usually get to sleep on the big bed instead of that
little one they think I should like. (Can't stretch out on that little
pillow!) My Mom is wonderful and hardly ever soils the house. The human
boy (who's a lot bigger than Mom now) still needs training, though. Mom
calls him a "teenager" - does that mean obnoxious human? He is
fun, sometimes, although he hides in his part of the den most of the time
and doesn't want to play ball as often as he used to.
My Mom is a good obedience prospect - I've taught her when I need food,
when I need attention, when I want to go out, how to play frisbee, how
to throw the ball just how I like it, and some other neat tricks. I think
I've also convinced her to check out agility - we're going to a demonstration
of a local group tomorrow night.
Yup, life can't get much better than this. Well, it could if she would
just quit this computer thing and spend more time petting my tummy!
From: Ann Turk and Jake
Fourteen years ago this summer I went to the local animal
shelter to find a small short haired dog for my mother. As I walked through
the shelter I was directed to "death row." The dogs in these
cages had less than 3 hours to live. Our eyes locked, and I feel in love
with the cutest rough coated tricolor border collie. He was less than 6
weeks old, covered with fleas and ticks, and had every worm possible. Already
those eyes were screaming-"Take me home. Their going to kill me."
Of course, he was not going to be short haired or small, but who could
resist those eyes. I rushed madly across town to our vets to pay the neutering
deposit required by our city and barely made it back before the deadline.
Max was our first border collie and the entire family feel in love with
those eyes. Max was a survivor. We nursed him through worms, back surgery,
different illnesses, and finally diabetes and the loss of sight that goes
with the disease. He loved us without question, and we loved him. He wasn't
the kind of dog we thought we wanted, but he was so right for us. He traveled
with us, checked on us when we sick, and played with his ball until the
day he died in January. We will always miss Max.
When he died in January in my arms at home, I could not stand a "dogless"
house...no one at the front window waiting for me to return from school,
no puppy to pet or toss a ball. I was so emotional that I rushed out and
quickly bought another border collie. I should have taken more time, but
Jake has been wonderful. He is not a rescue, but he makes us laugh and
not miss Max so much....even though he can be a "little devil."
Oh, Jake has wonderful eyes too, but his say, "Let the games begin."
I know that when 10 month old Jake gets a little older (and slower...ha!)
that we will adopt another bc rescue in memory of Max.
From: Bobbie Ann Farquhar and the Gang: Velvet, Cherry,
El Mirage, CA
I have been reading all the rescue stories that everyone
has been posting and this time the tears are "happy joyful tears".
During the months of April, May & June our rescue program was hit with
a big tidal wave of bcs into our program and also during this time, Sneakers
(my wonderful rescue boy from the Northridge Earthquake) was quite ill.
All the rescues had been placed except Shane at the time Sneakers went
to the Sheep Pasture in Heaven. A lot of people told me that I should keep
one of the bcs to replace Sneakers. But, I stood firm and said that no
way will I do that. Hard headed and hurting at the time.
Shane had 3 homes prior to being place in our program. From about 12 weeks
to 8 months, Shane lived with a single women & what I was told her
most loved companion. But when Shane was about 8 months old she had to
go into the hospital. Shane then found a home with someone from the hospital
(a single man living in a apt.) for about a year! During this year, Shane
was locked up for 10-12 hours a day since the new owner had to work. By
this time, he was an active 18 month old bc. The man could not give him
enough time and became unhappy with some of the things that Shane started
to do ( much out of boredom I am sure). Then Shane found a home with a
family with a nice size backyard and a yound boy to play catch with him
regularly. Shane was in heaven! But just one year later, the family had
problems, moving out of their nice home into a apt. So, they went looking
for a home to give Shane the room and activities he needed.
They called me, and I took Shane into our program - looking for just the
right home. This boy was so demanding about Frisbee or catching a ball.
I was spending between 3-4 hours each day of the week with him. He never
tired! Demanding more and more. Looked for Fly Ball Team, Frisbee people,
drug training, search & rescue training. My husband keep at me to keep
this boy! And I kept saying No!
Well, on the last day of June, a search & rescue team came by and checked
Shane over. They were please with his ball motivation and how he would
find the ball where ever they hide it. But when they found out he was over
2 - they said no thanks too old. I was floored! Too old you say, you must
be kidding. They want only dogs around 12-18 months.
That night, for the first time, Shane jumped on the couch next to me, laid
down and went to sleep. This is surprizing - since the only time I could
ever seem to turn him off was to kennel. Oh, well, maybe just a busy active
day I throught. Even he must get tired.
The next morning after chores were done and treats where given to each
of my bcs and Shane - Shane surprized us again - he ran directly toward
the my stallion's corral. My heart sank -thinking now I am in trouble -
he is going for Major! But what a double surprise to both myself &
my husband. Shane rounded the corral toward the line of shade trees right
to Sneaker's grave and laid his treat at Sneaker's headstone. As Shane
turned to me with those BC's eyes, my husband said "Now can we keep
him?" Tears running down my face, I knew somehow Shane knew that Triple
S Ranch was to be his home, that my husband knew it and Sneakers was in
agreement so the heaviest weight that had been riding within me had lifted.
So on July 1, the decision was made final and Shane became a member of
our home. He loves the mini-ranch life. He is still extremely active and
demanding on having a ball or frisbee tossed to him (we are down to 2 hours
a day). But he has work each morning and evening (which makes up another
2 hours of work). So he still gets his 4 hours a day!
Working rescue, I try not to get toooo close to them, or I just might have
100 bcs. I am so glad that I finally figured out what everyone else knew
- that Shane was finally home.
Sorry about the long post - I love my registered girls but I have always
believed that if you love the breed - LOVE A WONDER RESCUE - Their love
returned to you is soooo special and wonderful. Rescues are Great.
From: Les Morgan, Simon & Murphy
My first BC came to me a little over two years ago. Murphy
was ten weeks old when we brought him home from the shelter. They estimated
his birthday to be right around St. Patrick's Day, thus the Irish name.
He was a little ball of fur and I just fell in love with him. He had a
tiny scab on his lip because he came into the shelter with a fish hook
in his gums and mouth. It healed up nicely. He went onto the vet and was
thought to be a BC by his looks. We'll never know if he is a mix or not
or what mix it is, but he definitely has some BC in him and I always get
"what a cute BC." He used to herd much more than now. I couldn't
do anything without Murph taking me there even if I was going to the bathroom.
He knew the routine by heart.
He had all of his shots done and seemed to be in perfect health. In July
of that year.... he got realy sick and was diagnosed with parvo. I almost
lost him, but the little guy held on. It seemed he picked it up within
the incubation period. What a rough few weeks. Ever since then... Murph
has been a special dog. His stomach is very sensitive and he has bouts
of vomitting every so often. He begs like a maniac for Human food not knowing
how his stomach is going to react. He is allergic to a lot of things...
the smallest irritation makes him chew at himself. My old vet in Ohio liked
to say he was allergic to himself.
I'm very protective of him as he is with me. He loves to follow me around,
but hates to be shut in any certain room because he can't guard the house.
We just love him and his emotions. I swear the dog is really trying to
undestand me. You just have to see the dog to know what I mean. When I
talk to him... he moves his head from side to side.
He also has the one ear up, one ear down thing going on. It's a constant
thing too. He used to let me and my roommate do almost anything to him.
Once we put sneakers on his back feet while he sat upright on my lap. We
then proceeded to put an assortment of hats on him. He just sat there moving
his feet back and forth with these giant black and white shoes on. I wouldn't
trade him for the world and I think he knows it. The one thing... he is
a little fearful of men. The only two he likes are my father and Michael,
my fiance. I think it's because I love them both so much and he can tell.
He has some strange habits and quirks, but that is what makes him Murphy.
He can be a handful sometimes, but when he falls asleep on his back with
all four limbs in the air... you just have to smile and think about how
lucky you are to have found him. No one loves me more than Murph.... And
I know it's because I saved his life.
From: Charles R. Brannen, Shadow, and Buddy
I work as a purchasing agent for a supply and paint store in Huntington,
WV. I also do some little odd jobs. Last Wed. evening my youngest son Michael
and I were mowing a lawn we take care of as a summer job to help Michael
earn some extra money. It is along a route that I travel each day going
to work and coming home. I kept seeing this little guy watching us. (And
had been watching out for him as I passed this area for the last 3 weeks
traveling to work. Sometimes having to stop for him to get out of the road.)
I decided to call him out of the road to keep him from maybe getting injured.
He had such a longing look in his eye. (you know, that BC"I wish you
would pay attention to me" look. We had some corn chips in the car
and after trying to get him to come to me unsucessfully, I went to the
car and got them. HIS EYES SPARKLED when he heard the bag rattle. He came
to me and circled as if he was going to try to herd ME. I tossed a few
to him and he settled down a little. After talking to him and feeding him
a few more, he let me pet him a little. (as long as it was just infront
of the eyes) Not going to let me even try to pick him up.
I went back to mowing and trimming and watched him sit and watch me. The
guy next door came over and said he'd been at his house barking at the
door like he wanted in. He gave me some cat food and I fed it to him. We
finished the lawn and couldn't find him so I called "here Buddy, here
Buddy". Up out of the woods he came running to me and even crawled
into my arms just like he'd always known me. We got in the car and turned
on the air(a fast way to please a BC I've found) He did just as Shadow
does, nose to the vent and tail wagging.
After calling a reluctant wife and telling her that I was bringing home
a little cute BC so he wouldn't get hurt we drove home. Since Shadow stays
in a lot we don't have any outside facilities for a dog. I had to let him
sleep in a car we have just quit driving. (Great timing huh?) Gave him
a pillow and walked him before putting him in there. He acted just as Shadow
on her evening walk.
Speaking of Shadow, she went bonkers. I guess she thought he was a new
toy. It's taken 2 days to get he to settle when around him. We have worked
this very slowly to avoid jealousy. Buddy has nipped and barked at her
for getting too pushy and I think she is coming around. They were both
in the house for 4 hrs this evening and nothing broken. Michael said they
did great. Even napped a little.
We bathed him and flea collared him. I think if no one claims him from
the ad in the lost and found we will keep him. He already is getting himself
in a foothold in our lives and I think he will be a great little guy.
From: Judy Tripp, Nikki, and Newman
S. Dartmouth, MA
Ten and half years ago, our wonderful dog (BC-X..didn't know
it at the time) was killed by a car. I really didn't think getting another
dog would be good...and of course, none seemed right. It took my then-teenage
daughter to get me to the rescue league. She was going through a difficult
teenage girl time, so I said we'd go look. We wanted a female (trying to
replace the one just killed)... our local rescue league only had males,
so off to the next town. There was only one female - Nikki - I really didn't
want a black dog (didn't want any but my old dog back), but my daughter
insisted. The rescue people had no idea what she was and neither did we....until
she started growing.
Nikki was a sweetheart from the start, but was not very healthy. She started
off with kennel cough which turned into pneumonia. I nursed her through
that and have been nursing her ever since....we've been through *all* allergies,
mange, ear infections, and last year her anal sac tumor. When that happened,
I thought we were just buying her time, but it appears she's recovered
fully (knock on wood).
Nikki is a very mellow BC, don't know if it's because of her illnesses
or not. She's never really played much, not too big on cuddles....but that
could be because she's been pick at and poked at so much with all the sickness.
She looks more BC than Newman who is all BC. She has many, many of the
BC traits except for her calmness.
We love her dearly and would do anything to keep her healthy....but she
is a very strange dog. With Newman you know *exactly* what he wants or
is thinking, but not with Nikki. I just can't read her....the only thing
for sure is she loves food the very best thing - going for a walk is next...and
I'd say that's about it. She does love us, but usually goes to her spot
on the slate floor in the lower level of the house to sleep. She has enjoyed
Newman, but doesn't play much - she's in pain a lot because of her infected
I once said to our vet "poor Nikki" because of all her troubles.
But the vet said "No, lucky Nikki because you care." That really
made me feel great. She may not have survived with someone else. One thing,
I'll always know when it's time to get up (she gets fed), when to have
lunch (she gets a treat), when to set the table for dinner (she gets another
treat) and when it's snack time (her dinner)....she has a built in clock.
Gee, I rambled longer than I intended....but I guess these rescues are
pretty neat....and I love my ol' girl very much and am so happy she was
the only female at the rescue that day!!!!
From: Tony & Lori Grega and Barrio
We rescues sure are glad that we have such wonderful talented
humans who are soooo trainable and melt whenever you give them those puppy
eyes. So first, on behalf of all my fellow rescuees, I'd like to thank
all the humans. The world is a much nicer place because of you all.
My humans are the second family for me. I chose them, they didn't choose
me. My first family went away on vacation and left me to be cared for by
a neighbour. He didn't play, he didn't pat me he didn't do anything. I
was really bored. So, I decided to go out for a walk and see the world.
I had a few days out on my own and boy oh boy was it exciting and scarey
all at the same time. I got to chase rabbits, lizards and tons of bugs.
The coyotes really scared me though.
Anyway, some lady in a neighbourhood I was hanging around in called the
Animal Control and then I went to live in a cage with lots of other dogs.
After five days when nobody came to see me, I got to go to a place PetSmart.
It's a really cool place with all kinds of good stuff to eat and smell
and things to play with. I was being put up for adoption. I went there
everyday for 3 weeks. On my last day there, this man came in and got all
excited over me. He found out that it was my last day there and that was
the end (whatever that means). He seemed really nice and knew all about
me (smart man). He took my "prisoner number" with him and said
he had to ask his wife first, and he was going right then to pick her up
from the airport.
Well I guess he talked to her and the next morning she arranged to have
me brought back to PetSmart. She came to see me and we had a great time.
She took me and bought me treats, a new collar, leash and most importantly
my very own food bowl. After a bath, I went to my new home. Boy oh boy....they
had two other BC's just like me only much bigger. Fun....wow, I never had
so much fun in my life. Somebody to play with all the time. Lots to eat,
lots of cuddling and lots of running, playing and wrestling. I was in 7th
A few weeks later, my first family called my new mom. They came home from
vacation and had tracked me down. I was sent home with them. I was really
unhappy. Nobody to play with anymore. I tried a few times to walk to my
"new home", but they always found me and brought me back. My
first family knew I was unhappy. They called my new mom and asked if she
would like to have me back. So here I am! And am I ever happy to be here.
From: Tony Dickinson, Tsar, and Kyzer
We have rescues here in the UK as well and agility shows
are a good source of rescue BC's since there always seem to be a few up
for adoption at the shows (makes sense because most agility people know
what they are getting into with a BC!).
We had dogs as a kid but I didn't have one in the house as an adult for
a long time because I was always off overseas with my job for extended
periods (years!). Anyway I was about 45 when my daughter died and my wife
bought a puppy to get me over her death - Tsar sure helped and we ended
up competing in agility where it became obvious that whilst he was fast
that he was too big to do really well on our tight courses - he is a GR/BC
cross and has some of the traits of a BC in the body of a GR! We started
looking at BC rescues at the shows and nearly came away from one show with
a tri-colour, but it wasn't quite right... Anyway the next week I was at
a show on my own and there was this picture of a bright red almost orange
BC up for adoption so I decided to take a look. He wasn't actually at the
showground but someone phoned the current owner and had him brought over
- he was an adorable 13 mo. BC who was in rather poor condition but with
lots of bounce. The current home was getting rid of him 'because he made
the other dogs lives a misery'. Anyway I took him and later on pieced together
his history. As near as I can make out this is it:
Kyzer was sold by a puppy farm as a border collie, but because they claim
that they are not allowed to call a dog a border collie anymore by law
unless it has papers they filled in his innoculation certificate as him
being a collie and then later on someone altered it to read border collie.
They sold him to a young couple as a pet dog. Later on when I phoned the
puppy farm to try and trace his history all they were willing (or able?)
to tell me was that he came from a farm somewhere in Cornwall, was a real
BC but unpapered and hence sold as a collie. As an aside when I registered
him with the KC on the WT&O register I registered him as a WSD.
Anyway at 14 weeks old the young couple had had enough he was 'destructive'
so the gave him to a woman that one of them worked with - she had three
dogs of her own including at least one sheltie. Now Kyzer has a very strong
herding instinct and since there were no sheep he used the dogs... His
new owner tolerated this until he was a year old and then had him neutered
- she called the herding agressive behaviour by the way and there certainly
was a certain amount of dog agression mixed in with the herding.
When the neutering did not fix the agressive behaviour immediately she
started looking for a home for him and we came along. During the last bit
of his stay with her he had been banished to the back garden and fed on
a diet of the cheapest food she could get hold of and so was in pretty
poor physical condition as well as hardly knowing how to play with people.
Anyway I got him on a Sunday and took him to an agility class on the Thursday
- he fell right into it but did indeed have a slight dog agression problem
that seemed to be linked to a need to go and herd anything on 4 legs -
we worked on that once I realised what he was doing and it is now almost
cured - he will somethimes go and 'herd' when he finishes a run, but even
that is getting gradually better. One slight problem was that I had to
change his daily name from Kyzer to Ky since Tsar was also responding when
I called Kyzer and anyway Ky is easier to get out when you are running
in an agility ring - he did get registered as Kyzer Jock Woofles though.
He started competing in agility in March when he was 18 mo. and I had had
him and trained him for less than 5 months. He did really well to begin
with - got all his contacts and never went off-course, just didn't jump
too well. Now he has gained confidence, blows all his contacts, goes off-course
if I so much as move a little finger the wrong way, leaves most of the
jumps up and is without a doubt the fastest starter dog in the area. When
he goes clear if it is in a starter class he will win it outright - I have
no doubt about that at all, the trick is going to be training me to manage
him in the ring. Heck he is not two yet (26th August) and I have had him
for less than a year and he came with a bit of bagage so I don't feel that
we are doing too badly!
Outstanding problems - yes there are a few:
1. He is very protective of his new home and family and agressive to strangers
who come to visit and even more so to our next door neighbour, he even
managed to sneak in a quick nip last week and that cannot be tolerated
- at the moment we are managing the problem by being extra careful to make
sure that he is leashed when strangers are around but a better cure must
2. He loves to help the postman deliver the mail - I work part-time as
a tutor for the Open University and it is embarassing to return my students
work with two neat canine teeth punctures, strangly he never tears the
mail, just pops two holes in it.
3. He steals the cats food - heck given half a chance he will steal our
food as well!
But above all he is a real sweetie and I cannot understand why anyone with
an ounce of dog sense could not get on with him. Yes he still herds - Tsar
has developed a lovely body swerve in answer to it - but he will stop it
instantly when I tell him to. No he is not the magic instant agility dog
- I don't think that they exist, he AND I need a bit more training yet,
but there are indications that he is going to be very good. Would we part
with him - NO WAY! Do we have any regrets in taking him on - none worth
mentioning, he is a much loved member of the family these days, one of
the cats even sleeps with him!
From: Laura Cook and Murphy
18 months ago, I decided I needed to have a dog -- the wisdom
of this decision is still in question. I knew I wanted a rescue, mainly
because I wanted to save a life, but also because I didn't want to do the
puppy thing. I knew that a dog would be enough work. I had decided that
I wanted a border collie. Go figure. I had been reading about the breed,
including the warning labels. But I wanted a dog that would look at me
with that "what's next?" look, rather than a "huh?"
look. I left my name and number at local shelters, and kept calling. I
found Murph at the Baltimore City SPCA; she had been picked up running
the city streets. The SPCA and our vet guessed her age at one to one and
a half years. I wanted her immediately, my husband took a few more seconds.
When she put her paw on the cage door to touch his hand, he was sold also.
No history, of course, but we did figure a few things out on our own --
she was housebroken, was not cat-broken, was very comfortable in a kitchen,
and loved loud motorcycles. Murphy is a great dog; we couldn't have asked
for more from a second-hand dog.
Sorry this is so long; I'll get to the point -- Not every bc who goes to
a non-bc-experienced home is doomed to a life of misery. Murphy has trained
us well; if we were to get a different breed, we'd probably spend part
of the day poking at it to see if it's still breathing.
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