Kellie
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Hi! I'm Kellie, a patterned white border collie. Chronicled below are my adventures as I travel with my mom, meet new dogs, and learn all sorts of fun things from agility to flyball to wilderness search and rescue. Through it all, there are some constants that I might as well introduce: My sister, Scruffy, is a brindle pit mix who is always getting in the way. Cirrus "Buddy" Boy is my brother. He's an American Eskimo Dog and fairly new to the pack. Last, but not least, is Casziel. Mom named her after one of Soloman's Demons, and it really fits! Even though she's a cat, I let her stick around....a good border always keeps a scapecat around, you know.
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A Little About Me
Since this is my first blog, I thought it only fitting that I tell everyone about myself.
I was born on a farm in Montana. Mom just happened to be going to school there at the time and walked into the shelter the day my littermates and I were dumped. We weren't ready to be away from our mom yet, but the farmer figured we were fine since our eyes had just opened. He couldn't really sell us since we were all patterned white pups (double merle) and might be either blind or deaf. Mom saw me and fell in love immediately. One week later I went home with her and met my first roommate, Bandit.
Yeah I know Bandit's a cat, but he wasn't that bad. He made funny noises when we played hard. I miss him. He was my best friend growing up and quite the party animal as you see.
I'm moving on before I get too sentimental. I was really ill when Mom brought me home, and one week later I was a resident at the vet's clinic with an IV in my leg and close to death. Mom had done everything the vet told her to do before I was finally admitted. I got better slowly and by the time I was four months old, Mom was training me for wilderness SAR. One month later, I was backpacking with Mom and her friend in the mountains. Mom's friend kept getting lost, but nothing bad happened because I was there to find her and tell Mom where she had wandered off to. Silly Human.
After I showed Mom what I could do, the worst thing imaginable happened; Mom came home hurt. I tried to be very careful around her because she would cry every time I touched her knee. She couldn't walk for the longest time, so my SAR training was put on hold. While that was bad, Mom used it as an opportunity to teach me how to put my toys away and catch things.
When Mom could walk again with the help of a stick that I wasn't supposed to bite on, she started taking me for my walks again and renewed my training. Bandit came with us once and got lost, so of course I had to find him.
One night, Mom and I were walking in the snow and I caught the scent of something I didn't like. I growled for real for the first time in my life and the fur on my back stood straight up. A man jumped out of the shadows where Mom couldn't see and grabbed her. There was something shiny in his hand. I sprang into motion and clamped my jaws down on the man's arm. Mom taught me not to bite, but I figured this was an exception. That man would have really hurt Mom if I hadn't been there. When all was said and done, I had bitten the man twice, he threw Mom's stick at me, and then ran away. I went back to find Mom lying on the ground, holding her knee, and crying. I crawled up to her and she threw her arms around me and told me I was the best puppy in the world.
It took Mom a while to recover from the attack. She packed up her things and Bandit and my things, and we went on a long drive. Mom said we were going to Michigan and I was going to stay with her family until she got better. I would have helped her if she had asked. So Mom left me in the care of her family for what seemed like forever. Sure we played and they treated me well, but it wasn't the same as having Mom with me. Bandit wasn't allowed in the house even though I was, and one day I caught the scent of death with Bandit's. I never saw him again.
Finally she came back, and she could walk! I didn't want anything else to happen to her, so I took it on myself to protect her from every thing and every one. Mom didn't like that too much and made me go with her to a special training class. She says I'm doing better, but that we still have work to do.
Since Mom came back, we've been to several different classes and I've learned a lot about being a good dog. In the Spring Mom's going to start SAR again, and I can't wait! But that's not even the half of it! When Mom came back, she brought with her another dog!!!
Needless to say, I was mortified, but Scruffy has grown on me. The two of us have so much fun! After Scruffy, Mom brought yet another dog home. I think she was trying to kill me. Mom said that Roxie was only a foster though and that she would be adopted quickly because she was so cute.
Roxie was with us for a long time before she finally found a family of her own. Mom cried a lot when Roxie finally left, and I was sad too. But, Mom arranges play dates for us whenever she can.
Right before Roxie went to her new home, Cirrus came into the family.
Don't let that cute face fool you, he is such a brat! The first thing he did when Mom brought him home was mark me as his territory. It's a good thing I was in my crate or I would've showed him what's what. Thank goodness he doesn't do that anymore. Now he just steals my frisbee...when he can catch it!
Always four steps behind.
Well, that's all for now. My ball is sitting in the corner tantalizing me. I'll write more about my adventures later.
Until next time,
Kellie
January 14, 2007, 11:42 pm
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Since this is my first blog, I thought it only fitting that I tell everyone about myself.
I was born on a farm in Montana. Mom just happened to be going to school there at the time and walked into the shelter the day my littermates and I were dumped. We weren't ready to be away from our mom yet, but the farmer figured we were fine since our eyes had just opened. He couldn't really sell us since we were all patterned white pups (double merle) and might be either blind or deaf. Mom saw me and fell in love immediately. One week later I went home with her and met my first roommate, Bandit.
Yeah I know Bandit's a cat, but he wasn't that bad. He made funny noises when we played hard. I miss him. He was my best friend growing up and quite the party animal as you see. I'm moving on before I get too sentimental. I was really ill when Mom brought me home, and one week later I was a resident at the vet's clinic with an IV in my leg and close to death. Mom had done everything the vet told her to do before I was finally admitted. I got better slowly and by the time I was four months old, Mom was training me for wilderness SAR. One month later, I was backpacking with Mom and her friend in the mountains. Mom's friend kept getting lost, but nothing bad happened because I was there to find her and tell Mom where she had wandered off to. Silly Human.
After I showed Mom what I could do, the worst thing imaginable happened; Mom came home hurt. I tried to be very careful around her because she would cry every time I touched her knee. She couldn't walk for the longest time, so my SAR training was put on hold. While that was bad, Mom used it as an opportunity to teach me how to put my toys away and catch things.
When Mom could walk again with the help of a stick that I wasn't supposed to bite on, she started taking me for my walks again and renewed my training. Bandit came with us once and got lost, so of course I had to find him.
One night, Mom and I were walking in the snow and I caught the scent of something I didn't like. I growled for real for the first time in my life and the fur on my back stood straight up. A man jumped out of the shadows where Mom couldn't see and grabbed her. There was something shiny in his hand. I sprang into motion and clamped my jaws down on the man's arm. Mom taught me not to bite, but I figured this was an exception. That man would have really hurt Mom if I hadn't been there. When all was said and done, I had bitten the man twice, he threw Mom's stick at me, and then ran away. I went back to find Mom lying on the ground, holding her knee, and crying. I crawled up to her and she threw her arms around me and told me I was the best puppy in the world.
It took Mom a while to recover from the attack. She packed up her things and Bandit and my things, and we went on a long drive. Mom said we were going to Michigan and I was going to stay with her family until she got better. I would have helped her if she had asked. So Mom left me in the care of her family for what seemed like forever. Sure we played and they treated me well, but it wasn't the same as having Mom with me. Bandit wasn't allowed in the house even though I was, and one day I caught the scent of death with Bandit's. I never saw him again.
Finally she came back, and she could walk! I didn't want anything else to happen to her, so I took it on myself to protect her from every thing and every one. Mom didn't like that too much and made me go with her to a special training class. She says I'm doing better, but that we still have work to do.
Since Mom came back, we've been to several different classes and I've learned a lot about being a good dog. In the Spring Mom's going to start SAR again, and I can't wait! But that's not even the half of it! When Mom came back, she brought with her another dog!!!
Needless to say, I was mortified, but Scruffy has grown on me. The two of us have so much fun! After Scruffy, Mom brought yet another dog home. I think she was trying to kill me. Mom said that Roxie was only a foster though and that she would be adopted quickly because she was so cute. Roxie was with us for a long time before she finally found a family of her own. Mom cried a lot when Roxie finally left, and I was sad too. But, Mom arranges play dates for us whenever she can.Right before Roxie went to her new home, Cirrus came into the family.
Don't let that cute face fool you, he is such a brat! The first thing he did when Mom brought him home was mark me as his territory. It's a good thing I was in my crate or I would've showed him what's what. Thank goodness he doesn't do that anymore. Now he just steals my frisbee...when he can catch it!Always four steps behind.
Well, that's all for now. My ball is sitting in the corner tantalizing me. I'll write more about my adventures later.
Until next time,
Kellie
January 14, 2007, 11:42 pm
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