What would the world be like without our beloved dogs in it? Well, cat owners would be rejoicing for one thing, but that's another matter. Yes, my own wonderful woofer, my darling collie is now 9.5 years old and he still behaves like a 2 year old. It's a border collie thing isn't it? they never do grow old, not as long as there's something to herd - like an itinerant husband wandering round the garden watering his sweetcorn (I kid you not) said sweetcorn plants are taking on gargantuan properties as I write; think day of the triffids and you'll get the picture. I can hear their leaves rustling malevolently in the wind from here.
Anyway, back to my lovely boy, he plays with his toys in the garden, just like dogs do but when we first had him (he's a rescue dog) he didn't know how to play - imagine that? He's more than made up for it since with his antics, he has this really old plastic blue bone that he idolises (it's a border collie thing apparently) he throws it in the air, waits for it to fall and then pounces on one end so the other end sticks up which he then bites for a bit and then lets it fall, play bows to it while watching closely (the intensity of the stare is enough to frighten it into submission) for any sign of movement, like a sudden break for freedom, and then pounces on it again followed by lots of running up and down the garden, criss-crossing in figures of eight, followed by a perimiter check and lots of play growling and then he stops for a quick slurp of water (if the birds haven't been using his outside dish for a quick dip) before discarding the bone in favour of a squeaky ball that's just popped into view. He chews on that so hard that you'd think he'd break it but it still comes back for more (this is the last one with a still working squeak it has to be said, he has desqueaked the rest). This time it's the ball that's thrown up, caught sometimes, but mainly left to rest for a second, no more, between his front paws as he play bows to it and then snatches it up before running away with it squeaking it for all it's worth. He's such a wonderful boy and needless to say I love him to bits, he is a total joy to have in my life I can tell you.
Anyway, back to my lovely boy, he plays with his toys in the garden, just like dogs do but when we first had him (he's a rescue dog) he didn't know how to play - imagine that? He's more than made up for it since with his antics, he has this really old plastic blue bone that he idolises (it's a border collie thing apparently) he throws it in the air, waits for it to fall and then pounces on one end so the other end sticks up which he then bites for a bit and then lets it fall, play bows to it while watching closely (the intensity of the stare is enough to frighten it into submission) for any sign of movement, like a sudden break for freedom, and then pounces on it again followed by lots of running up and down the garden, criss-crossing in figures of eight, followed by a perimiter check and lots of play growling and then he stops for a quick slurp of water (if the birds haven't been using his outside dish for a quick dip) before discarding the bone in favour of a squeaky ball that's just popped into view. He chews on that so hard that you'd think he'd break it but it still comes back for more (this is the last one with a still working squeak it has to be said, he has desqueaked the rest). This time it's the ball that's thrown up, caught sometimes, but mainly left to rest for a second, no more, between his front paws as he play bows to it and then snatches it up before running away with it squeaking it for all it's worth. He's such a wonderful boy and needless to say I love him to bits, he is a total joy to have in my life I can tell you.
He'll sort those pesky sweetcorn plants out, no worries, unless they fall over then he'll run like hell. He's not stupid, he's a border collie! "You look after yourself mum" he'd say, if he could talk, which he can't but oh boy, if he could ...
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