Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Where's Alice?

That's Alice's dog house in the back.
But I can't find Alice.
Oh, there she is!
Can't you see her?
I'll go in closer...
(The rear view)

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Monday, July 16, 2012

Skid Day

I am in Montana for a couple of days while one of our dogs visits a specialist down here.  After dropping him off at the vet this morning, Skid and I had the day to ourselves.
No border collies anywhere.
So for our Mommy and Me activity we decided to follow the trail along the Missouri river.
Skid just wanted to watch the ducks
but what he had forgotten was that an activity with Mom means posing for pictures.
Lots of pictures.
There's no point in fighting it.
It's exhausting having to pose all day.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Ode To An Old Collie

My mother's dog Tag was a beautiful and athletic dog.
Nirvana's Taggus McTaggert
My mother had wanted a collie of her own for several years.
She told me she wanted to do agility with him so I figured I better find her a clever one.
I found a breeder who still bred her collies to work sheep and my mother picked out her favorite pup.
Tag was a great herding dog.  He had rare talent for his breed.  Often, I would only take him for a week or two before we tried a new level in competition and he learned so fast that he would always get a new title.
7 month old Tag learning his herding basics
My mother always enjoyed him in agility.
Whenever they qualified, they always came home with a blue or red ribbon.  There was never anything in the middle.  It was all or nothing for Tag and he lived his whole life with gusto.
Tag practicing his agility jumps
Tag's enthusiasm followed into his home life too.  Anytime I came to visit, he barked with joy and ran to get his favorite toy for me to throw.  If you didn't pay attention to his insistent collie barks, he was likely to untie your shoes or steal something you might need.
Tag stealing my father's slipper

We thought he would never slow down, but as he approached the twilight of his life, he didn't run as fast or jump as high and it was time for retirement.  He hated staying behind while my mother took the younger collie out to do the agility he used to do. So she would sometimes take him with her to just fool around when the "serious" dogs were finished with their lessons.
Although he didn't move the same, he still had his sense of humor and a twinkle in his eye.
Still stealing stuff at 12 years old
It happens to all of us who own pets.  They can't stay with us forever and this morning, Tag told my mother he was ready to take his last rest.  He didn't want to be sore and confused anymore, and so with great regret, and many tears, they said goodbye.
It's a good thing my mother's other collie is a certified therapy dog.  She'll need the comfort.
My mother and Tag at 12 years old.
I was hoping I could see Tag one more time when I visited again this fall but I understand.
I'll see you another time, Tag.

Sunday, July 8, 2012


After almost 10 weeks of traveling, we are finally home!
The guardian dogs, who were the only dogs left behind, were very happy to see us.
(Togo cried)
And Poe was eager to show us all that he had destroyed in our absence.
(our bedroom will never be the same)
The grass is as high as an elephants eye,
(well, Queen's eye anyway)
but our hay field is already cut thanks to our neighbor.
 Scott got right to work on the over grown front yard,
and then finished the day on the under worked dogs.
It's good to be back home!