The Border Collie Chronicles

Observations from (arguably) the World's Smartest Dogs;
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or, Life As We Understand It, as told from dad's shop.


Posted September 27, 2012

I Can Pass That! (Can't I?) … or, it’s only 107°…
By Annie

 

I Can Pass That 01Well, as ya’ll have probably figured out (if you’re keeping score) – I’m not much on this writing business …  Everybody is saying what they’re thinking (even when they’re not drinking[i]) and then they're putting it out there for everyone to see!  I mean … REALLY!  What if you say something that hurts someone’s feelings, or alienates them, or something like that??[ii]!!  I know that us BC’s are sensitive, but I must’ve got an extra dose or something – I mean … it’s like they must've given me an extra dose when I spent that extended stay at Dr. Fish’s back June a year ago … what … Oh that’s when dad started calling me Spency Dog 2.  Anyway, the other day … what do you mean what happened??  I was BLOCKED UP!!  Anyway, we had a guest at the place … Yeah, BLOCKED UP … I couldn’t poop, dangit!!  Not a good thing … couldn't poop, so I didn't eat … oh, ok, here’s the full blown gruesome details …

 

It was June 2011, mom-D and dad always got us bones from Bobby (@ Miller’s Meat Market – the bestest in town, without a doubt!!) and we loved them (we don't get them anymore ... keep reading!))  Mom-D always made a big deal out of giving them to us (I'm thinking that this tradition dated all the way back to Shooter and Hardway).  We wouldn’t fight over them, but we wouldn’t consider sharing them or even leaving them until we had chewed all of the "goody" off of them.  Dad fussed at us (actually, it must’ve been that he fussed at Shoo and HW – cause I knew the drill before I understood that wasn’t they way that everyone did it) about digging holes and burying bones – so, after a “big feed” – the place looked like a killing zone - all sizes of bones scattered everywhere!  Well, being a young, and slightly selfish pup, I would go around gathering up all the bone scraps.  Now, I could see all of the other BC’s checking out my stash (even Bubba, that ungrateful monster brother of mine - but I still love him), so I did what any girl in my position would have done in this situation … I ate on ‘em just as fast and furious as I could … all of them … non-stop … 24 x 7 … when they got small enough that they were too difficult to chew … I swallowed them!  A few days before Benjamin and Elizabeth’s wedding, I started to not feel so well.  Food wasn’t nearly as appealing as it used to be … I wasn’t pooping too swell either … and I started upchucking!  I thought little about it, but mom-D noticed that I was off feed … and dad noticed that I wasn’t pooping (side note:  In dad’s defense, you see, I have always preferred pooping on the caliche driveway since grass tickles my butt and makes it hard to poop.  Dad always fussed at me about it, but the fussing was better than the tickling!  So that’s how dad knew that I wasn’t as regular as I used to be!)  So mom-D took me to see Dr. Fish (I call him Ted) – he observed me for a day or two, gave me some castor oil, or something equally nasty, and then finally decided to take some X-rays – that’s when they discovered all of the bone fragments blocking my pooper … Leta called mom-D who famously replied “Do whatever it takes!” (remember the How We Got Our Names story) – surgery was rough, they had to split my intestines, which Ted tells me almost always results in an infection due to all of the “bad” stuff in there, and recovery is very rough - if you even recover from it at all!!  After I got out of the surgery mom-D told dad what was going on.  But, like Ted said (I mean Dr. Fish), I wasn’t out of the woods yet … my chances were still pretty iffy, and mom-D and dad needed to leave the next morning for the wedding in Austin and they would be gone all weekend.  I remember mom-D and dad stopping by Ted’s place ... I mean the vet clinic … the next morning on their way out of town to see me; they found me out behind the kennels, with Dr. Fish holding my IV, and he was out there encouraging me to poop!!  I wagged my tail a little when I saw mom-D and dad, but I was not a very happy, or healthy, puppy.  When mom-D went in to make sure that Leta told the weekend vet-tech about me and just how important that I was, and left the strictest instructions to call regarding any change in my condition (it really was bleak) – dad suggested to Dr. Fish that he might want to walk me on the caliche!  Anyway – mom-D and dad tell me that the wedding was wonderful, I mended (and I don’t even really mind going to the vet that much anymore – but, I still don’t understand why Gall acts like a 45 pound bass on a line - all that flipping and flopping around and her carrying on!)  But, I do stay away from bones and beans!!  Anyway ... Yeah, Life is Good … Yee Haw …

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Now, may I resume my story?  … and there was a little stress in the overall conversation and though there weren’t any angry words or shouting … the tone and mood[iii] was a little rougher than I like.  So even though it was 107° on that Saturday – I spent a majority of my time in my condo!  So here’s my thought – BC’s, as a rule, don’t like conflict – now, there was no actual conflict that weekend, no problems, no real issues – we just had a “stranger” that spoke a little more negative and mean (but, probably meant nothing by it) than I was used to!  So, I reckon that the thing that you might want to take away from this little story is to be respectful of where you are and how you act; be careful of the things you say (or even think ... if you’re around dad – he deciphers that pretty well too.)  Although, in introspect[iv] maybe I shouldn’t be quite as sensitive and just recognize the fact that EVERYONE has the right to say and think pretty much anything that they want.  Also, they have the right to express it in any manner that they choose (as long as it does not physically harm any other individuals).  But, we all oughta be respectful of each other’s fears, likes, dislikes, choices, and desires as we expect them to be respectful of ours[v].  We’ve all got to learn to get along!

 

 

 

Some thoughts to leave you with:

 

Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage. The human spirit is to grow strong by conflict. - William Ellery Channing

 

Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking. - George Eliot

 

It isn't kind to cultivate a friendship just so one will have an audience. - Lawana Blackwell

 

Shared laughter creates a bond of friendships. When people laugh together, they cease to be young and old, teacher and pupils, worker and boss. They become a single group of human beings. - W. Lee Grant

 

 

 

 

 

PS – I don’t poop on the driveway as often as I used to – vet visits can be rough!!

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PPS - Maybe dad oughta call me the "Sensi-Spency Dog"! ... Haaa! I kill me![vi]


 



[i]I say when I drink what I think when I'm sober” … lyrics by Roger Creager  http://www.metrolyrics.com/i-say-when-i-drink-what-i-think-lyrics-roger-creager.html

[ii] Note From Dad:  Again, as disclaimed all over this simple little site – We have no intentions of hurting anyone’s feelings!  REALLY!  Yeah, there’s stuff that’s personal to me here, we talk a lot about work and other such stuff – these are just our thoughts … nothing more, nothing less!  Please take anything that you read with a grain of salt … if it really upsets you, call me or come by anytime and we can visit!

 

[iii] Watch out! Tone and mood are similar!! Tone is the author’s attitude toward the writing (his characters, the situation) and the readers. A work of writing can have more than one tone. An example of tone could be both serious and humorous. Tone is set by the setting, choice of vocabulary and other details.  Mood is the general atmosphere created by the author’s words. It is the feeling the reader gets from reading those words. It may be the same, or it may change from situation to situation.  http://www.inetteacher.com/upload1/102670/docs/Tone-Mood%20Worksheet.pdf

 

[iv] Introspect means to look into or examine (one's own mind, feelings, etc.).  http://www.chacha.com/question/what-does-introspect-mean

 

[v] The Golden Rule or ethic of reciprocity is a maxim, this dictionary of philosophy contains the following exact quote under the entry for "golden rule": "The maxim 'Treat others how you wish to be treated'. Various expressions of this fundamental moral rule are to be found in tenets of most religions and creeds through the ages, testifying to its universal applicability." (end quote) ethical code, or morality Walter Terence Stace argued that the Golden Rule is much more than simply an ethical code. Instead, he posits, it "express[es] the essence of a universal morality." The rationale for this crucial distinction occupies much of his book The Concept of Morals (1937): – (above quote found p. 136, ch. 6) that essentially states either of the following: (Positive form): One should treat others as one would like others to treat oneself. (Negative/prohibitive form, also called the Silver Rule): One should not treat others in ways that one would not like to be treated. This concept... More in Ask Encyclopedia

 

[vi] ALF (TV Show from the mid-eighties – one of Dad’s favorites – heck if I know why!)

 

 

 

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