Dog really is man’s best mate
I LOVE our dog.
I hope you don’t read too much into this admission.
Jealous family members say this affection comes at their expense but of course, this is not true.
Perhaps it’s just that the dog, an enthusiastic border collie called Sid, is a better listener.
Hmmm. I really could be in the doghouse making comments like that. Let’s just say I like to share the love. Sid takes me for a walk every day. This is a good thing because I need the exercise and I probably wouldn’t walk myself unless it was for some specific purpose like going to the pub. Hmmm. More trouble there. Sid is polite enough to allow me out the gate first.
But when he walks me he sets a cracking pace, possibly depending on how late we are on the daily routine.
I have tried to resolve this pace issue with varying success.
Yes, I know, strong leadership is required but this is something on which I have not kept a firm hand so no wonder it is an ongoing issue.
A couple of tugs on the lead and a “slow down Sid” provides temporary relief. It seems border collies are always in a hurry.
I’m not what you would call a dog person. We never had a dog when I was growing up. We had cats. When my son said he wanted to get a dog, I knew nothing about them and probably made my first mistake by agreeing to buy a male border collie.
They are wonderfully loyal and intelligent dogs but they need space probably best provided on a farm.
Perhaps if I had known more about dogs I would not have been so adamant about seeking advice, about taking Sid to what was called puppy preschool run by our vet and getting an expert dog handler in to overcome the manic behaviour which developed from Sid’s dislike of our next door neighbour’s motorbike.
The advice has been invaluable and I would recommend other dog owners seek out people who really know about dogs because it will enhance your experience and that of your neighbours.
You might just end up loving your dog, too.