Maggie's New Friend
by Maggie Mae Mushko
(Border Collie: age 2 years & 10 months)
Yesterday, Mommy loaded me and Hubert into her truck. (Correction: Hubert slipped out of the kennel, ran to the truck, and loaded himself.) Mommy made me wait until I was leashed even though I really wanted to run after Hubert. Then Daddy walked me to the truck even though I really, really, really wanted to run.
After I loaded, Mommy didn’t get in and drive away. She made Hubert and me wait. We have never had to do this before. We waited and waited. Soon, a truck pulled into our driveway and an Australian Shepherd and her person got out. Then they got into the front of my truck! Before long, we were all en route to the farm. Mommy had told me that there were now lots of newly bush-hogged trails. I could hardly wait to see them.
Hubert got out first. Then the Aussie and me. Mommy kept me on the leash until she was sure I’d behave. I don’t know what her problem was—my behavior is always suitable for the occasion. Anyhow, the Aussie and I growled slightly at each other—not a real growl, more like a “Hmmm. Who are you?” The Aussie introduced herself as Belle. She said her mommy was a friend of my mommy.
When Mommy noticed that Belle and I weren’t going to fight, she turned me loose. I ran and ran. Belle ran and ran. She could run as fast as I can! I was impressed—and border collies do not impress easily, let me tell you. I immediately decided that Belle was worthy to be my new friend. After all, she’s a fellow stock dog. And she’s the same age I am.
We soon took off running down the main trail to the bottom.
I showed Belle all the good places on the farm—especially my favorite places in the creeks. Belle loves water, too. And she loves to run!
We had a good time running and running and running and sniffing and running some more and flinging ourselves into the creek. We went on a nice long hike, but our mommies are so slow (especially uphill!) that we had to keep going back and checking on them.
So many new trails were open, thanks to Mitzi the foxhunter and her bush-hog, so Belle and Hubert and I had to inspect them. We sniffed lots of good smells. At one point, I flushed a deer, but I didn’t chase it very far. We sniffed around where it had been, though.
When it started to rain, our mommies kept walking. They were glad to see the rain, and it didn’t bother us dogs one bit. We all got soaked. It was great!
We’re on graveyard hill in the following photo. We sort of blend into the woods. Can you find all three of us?
Belle has invited me to come run with her on the trails on her farm. She says they have a great pond that I will like. I am looking forward to that.
Anyhow, I am happy to have a new friend. Especially one of the stock dog persuasion.
(Border Collie: age 2 years & 10 months)
Yesterday, Mommy loaded me and Hubert into her truck. (Correction: Hubert slipped out of the kennel, ran to the truck, and loaded himself.) Mommy made me wait until I was leashed even though I really wanted to run after Hubert. Then Daddy walked me to the truck even though I really, really, really wanted to run.
After I loaded, Mommy didn’t get in and drive away. She made Hubert and me wait. We have never had to do this before. We waited and waited. Soon, a truck pulled into our driveway and an Australian Shepherd and her person got out. Then they got into the front of my truck! Before long, we were all en route to the farm. Mommy had told me that there were now lots of newly bush-hogged trails. I could hardly wait to see them.
Hubert got out first. Then the Aussie and me. Mommy kept me on the leash until she was sure I’d behave. I don’t know what her problem was—my behavior is always suitable for the occasion. Anyhow, the Aussie and I growled slightly at each other—not a real growl, more like a “Hmmm. Who are you?” The Aussie introduced herself as Belle. She said her mommy was a friend of my mommy.
When Mommy noticed that Belle and I weren’t going to fight, she turned me loose. I ran and ran. Belle ran and ran. She could run as fast as I can! I was impressed—and border collies do not impress easily, let me tell you. I immediately decided that Belle was worthy to be my new friend. After all, she’s a fellow stock dog. And she’s the same age I am.
We soon took off running down the main trail to the bottom.
I showed Belle all the good places on the farm—especially my favorite places in the creeks. Belle loves water, too. And she loves to run!
We had a good time running and running and running and sniffing and running some more and flinging ourselves into the creek. We went on a nice long hike, but our mommies are so slow (especially uphill!) that we had to keep going back and checking on them.
So many new trails were open, thanks to Mitzi the foxhunter and her bush-hog, so Belle and Hubert and I had to inspect them. We sniffed lots of good smells. At one point, I flushed a deer, but I didn’t chase it very far. We sniffed around where it had been, though.
When it started to rain, our mommies kept walking. They were glad to see the rain, and it didn’t bother us dogs one bit. We all got soaked. It was great!
We’re on graveyard hill in the following photo. We sort of blend into the woods. Can you find all three of us?
Belle has invited me to come run with her on the trails on her farm. She says they have a great pond that I will like. I am looking forward to that.
Anyhow, I am happy to have a new friend. Especially one of the stock dog persuasion.
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Labels: border collie, rural life
posted by Becky Mushko | 4:19 PM
3 Comments:
I'm so glad you enjoyed your time together, Maggie. You should thank your Mommy for taking you on such a nice walk.
My mama (she prefers "mama" because it helps her get into character as a country woman)let me have a playdate the other day with a sweet young thing named Cocoa. Her human was helping my dad put up the arena fence. Someday my family is going to go back to the dog pound and get me a brother or sister.
www.GreenerPastures--ACityGirlGoesCountry.blogspot.com
To Motley (who dictated the above comment to his mama): Next time your mama rides her horse on my trails, tell her to bring you along. Or you can come and run with me and Hubert.
--Maggie the Border Collie
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