Border collies are dogs with strong personality and have an insatiable appetite. Brick is not only insatiable but he has also a “5 stars” taste. My neighbor is an excellent cook while I’m surely not, and therefore the smells coming from her kitchen are ever since like a drug for my family.
Brick broke a piece of the fence between our houses and always showed up for dinner and lunch. My neighbor’s dogs have all the time some delicacies: tuna macaroni, meatballs, grilled salmon but borders are real troopers and the poor dogs had not even the time to put their muzzles in their bowls that a gentledog thief was already coming back home licking his mustaches.
We mutually agreed, in order to keep good neighborhood relationships, to replace the old broken fence with a stronger and 1.80m high new one. Brick studied the issue seriously, measured the new fence covetously, stood on his rear paws to control the real height. Then he made his calculations: the time needed to climb over it was much more longer than the time food stayed in bowls, the neighbor’s dogs are slow not stupid.
Hence brick changed his tactics. He stays in a strategic place to control through the fence
the neighbors’ dinner table that can be perfectly seen if the window is open. He tries the hypnosis and it works. The neighbor surrenders and gives him a tidbit. He drools and looks at her gratefully ( she could call the animal care police if the doesn’t know us). She takes him some cheese and he loves cheese so much! Each meal some cheese. Borders are overbearing their sheep.
At the very beginning he barked softly to have the neighbors’ attention now he barks fiercely making them stand up to give him some cheese.
I was embarrassed that he went to his liking to the neighbors, now that he stalks them.
Today the smelling coming from their kitchen was one of real gourmand and the Tomato macaroni in my sons’ plates made such a sad impression that they looked at each other then looked at brick. I think they wished to be border collies.
Italian version Come convivere con un cane stalker e con l’arte di non saper cucinare
ax her. He uses Billy Joel like I use my dog smile and happy wag to be forgiven. We stopped and I saw a human who was oddly dressed. Her face was black like a tree bark, had a crooked expression and wore two trousers together and she limped. She stretched her hand towards me and I licked the window…
fine dell’allenamento Bryce era stranamente appagato, come se avesse dato a se stesso e al suo compagno umano, quello che doveva in termini fisici e mentali. Non l’ho capito subito. A casa, ha cenato e gli umani hanno cenato; ha aspettato che stendessi i panni, chiudessi il computer, mi lavassi i denti e alla fine era con il muso appoggiato sul letto: “Guarda che mi casca la mandibola dal sonno ma sono in stand-by”. Già, di solito se ne va in cuccia e buona notte ai suonatori. Quando mi sono messa sotto le coperte, lui è salito accanto a me e, girandosi a pancia all’aria, si è strofinato alla mia mano in cerca di carezze con quel suo atteggiamento da cangatto. Non lo aveva mai fatto, non è uno sdolcinato. Mi ha guardato con la testa sottosopra e ha strizzato gli occhi. Direte che sono fantasie, che è il mio solito mescolare vita e storie, ma sono convinta che in lui ci fosse gratitudine e io ho capito quanto vere fossero quelle parole sentite ripetere tante volte. Era felice di sé, appagato: si sentiva il cane che doveva essere, grazie a quei giri di agility e a un lavoro ben fatto.
ed to collect my thoughts and adventures on this blog.
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