So we went to Big Park today, because I though it'd be a good place to practise Squish recalls under distracty conditions. Big Park has many big tangly brush patches, knee high spring grass, squirrels, foxes and pheasants. It is distracty pointer heaven. Spike also loves it because he is not impervious to distracty - plus, it has ponds. Well, very large puddles, but they make perfect collie wallows.
The trouble with knee high spring grass and hedges covered in new growth is this: every time Spike puts his ball down for a second to smell something, it becomes instantly invisible.
Spike: (up in my face) THROW THE BALL! BALL! THROW IT! THROWTHROWTHROW!
Me: I haven't got it, mate. You dropped it over by that hedge. Where's your ball? Go find your ball!
Spike: (hunts frantically for ball) OH NOEZZZ!!! WHERE IS MY BALL! (bounces up in my face) I KNOW YOU HAVE IT REALLY! THROW IT THROW IT THROW EEEEEEET!
Me: I really don't have it. Try over here, and calm the fuck down!
Spike: (dives into hedge, makes noise like a rogue sentient wood chipping machine, comes out with eight foot branch clamped in his teeth) I HAS A STICK!!!
Me: (also looking for ball) I'm not fucking throwing that, mister. Keep trying.
Spike: (dives into pond) Is it here? (tries the long grass again) Here? (leaps on me) YOU HAVE IT! I KNOW YOU HAVE IT! THIS IS NO LONGER FUNNY, LADY, THROW THE DAMN BALL!
Me: (shrugs, shows him empty hands) Try this bit of hedge here?
At this point, a man walks past, casually kicking a football along in front of him.
Spike: (spots football, pricks up ears) I HAS A CUNNING PLAN!
Me: (who has known Spike a very long time) DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. GET BACK IN THAT FUCKING HEDGE.
Spike: (sighs, looks longingly at football) You're no fun, bitch. (dives into hedge, stays out of sight an improbably long time)
Me: You all right in there, Spike?
Spike: (makes noise like a 300lb squirrel trapped in an attic full of precariously-stacked antiques) I AM SO CLOSE!
Me: WTF?
Spike: (leaps out of hedge, ears and tail high, triumphantly clutching unthrowably-deflated plastic beach ball that looks like it's been buried in the hedge for fourteen years) I HAS A BALL!!!
Me: (gives up and pulls spare ball out of pocket) Clever boy!
I love my dog XD
P.S. Soundtrack, for your pleasure: Down In The Bunker. It's like the Innuendo Squad theme tune, this song.
The trouble with knee high spring grass and hedges covered in new growth is this: every time Spike puts his ball down for a second to smell something, it becomes instantly invisible.
Spike: (up in my face) THROW THE BALL! BALL! THROW IT! THROWTHROWTHROW!
Me: I haven't got it, mate. You dropped it over by that hedge. Where's your ball? Go find your ball!
Spike: (hunts frantically for ball) OH NOEZZZ!!! WHERE IS MY BALL! (bounces up in my face) I KNOW YOU HAVE IT REALLY! THROW IT THROW IT THROW EEEEEEET!
Me: I really don't have it. Try over here, and calm the fuck down!
Spike: (dives into hedge, makes noise like a rogue sentient wood chipping machine, comes out with eight foot branch clamped in his teeth) I HAS A STICK!!!
Me: (also looking for ball) I'm not fucking throwing that, mister. Keep trying.
Spike: (dives into pond) Is it here? (tries the long grass again) Here? (leaps on me) YOU HAVE IT! I KNOW YOU HAVE IT! THIS IS NO LONGER FUNNY, LADY, THROW THE DAMN BALL!
Me: (shrugs, shows him empty hands) Try this bit of hedge here?
At this point, a man walks past, casually kicking a football along in front of him.
Spike: (spots football, pricks up ears) I HAS A CUNNING PLAN!
Me: (who has known Spike a very long time) DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. GET BACK IN THAT FUCKING HEDGE.
Spike: (sighs, looks longingly at football) You're no fun, bitch. (dives into hedge, stays out of sight an improbably long time)
Me: You all right in there, Spike?
Spike: (makes noise like a 300lb squirrel trapped in an attic full of precariously-stacked antiques) I AM SO CLOSE!
Me: WTF?
Spike: (leaps out of hedge, ears and tail high, triumphantly clutching unthrowably-deflated plastic beach ball that looks like it's been buried in the hedge for fourteen years) I HAS A BALL!!!
Me: (gives up and pulls spare ball out of pocket) Clever boy!
I love my dog XD
P.S. Soundtrack, for your pleasure: Down In The Bunker. It's like the Innuendo Squad theme tune, this song.
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I expect you saw the sweet potato story? (http://littera-abactor.livejournal.com/7748.html) It was linked all over the place; SO funny!
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"I HAS A BALL!!!" I can so picture the look on his face.
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I just forced a reluctant friend to resd that, he ended up in gales of laughter!
God I love your dog!
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LOL!
I love these kinds of stories. :)
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It's why I love Spike so much; he's an endless source of them. Best dog EVAR.
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I love your dogs. I wish you lived closer (ya know, no ocean in the middle?). We could PLAY!
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Except don't you live somewhere WAY too hot for me and Spike?
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Poor Ems. You should move!
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I can't type. It looks like you're a little far from me...
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What was the man's reaction when you told Spike to get back in the hedge.
Out of curiosity, how intelligent is Spike?
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How intelligent is he - it's hard to say, and I am biased, but I do feel that he (and Border Collies generally) are a good deal more intelligent than the average dog. Squish, for example is not a stupid dog at all, but Spike's problem-solving abilities and intuitive leaps make him look pretty dumb.
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It used to be particularly amusing when we blundered into adult football team practise sessions. There's nothing like watching fourteen brawny men in shorts trying desperately to get their ball back off a grinning collie. XD
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Haha, and Spike retrieving random incorrect items... I exercise my landlord's GSD at times, he has brought me a shower rod, a broken bottle...not good!
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Haha, tug is ALWAYS more fun when evading nails..yay tetanus and infection!
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*loves*
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I love your dog. If I was on that side of the world I'd hang out with your dog.
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He'd love that. He adores people. He's the only dog I know who, when he meets a person with a dog, greets the person before he even notices the dog.
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**grins** I nearly peed myself laughing. I have a ball-obsessed dachshund (toys in general, but balls especially), and I could so see Faust losing his mind if his ball went missing.
I'm a weenie dog grrlie at heart, but I do loves me some border collies. They're so much fun and so smart. :^)
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We need some doxie pictures, when you're feeling better. I have such a soft spot for weenie dogs... their lovely little faces!
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Spike: (spots football, pricks up ears) I HAS A CUNNING PLAN!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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