That Dawg Can Run


Haggis the Collie is gradually settling into the family.  He remains somewhat undisciplined, ripping flannel sheets in an attempt to make a nest on the queen sized bed, barking LOUDLY at any noisy activity from outside the house even at 3:00 AM, jumping up in joy upon our return leaving painful evidence of his weight and unyielding nails on arms and legs, and succumbing to the herding instinct every time a car passes on the twice a day walks.

Hubby has been successful in letting him loose, thirty foot lead still attached, and calling him back with a shrill whistle when he is in full flight.  I am not so confident, since I doubt Haggis will heed my own weak attempts, so morning walks do not include a headlong dash across the neighbourhood park (field).

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He’s a lovely boy, we are willing to work with his deficits.

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and Collie Makes Three


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On June 9th I flew to Toronto for study leave and my Darling drove to Kenora, Ontario with the Boler to deliver it to my sister.  DSC_0066

After four days at St. Michael’s College and Starting Well at Toronto School of Theology I flew back to Winnipeg.  It was wonderful to spend Father’s Day in Kenora with my Dad and enjoy a dinner of one of my favourites, Sorrel Soup.  Monday we returned to Winnipeg via Anola, Manitoba and picked up a canine addition to our family.  We have been with out a dog for a little over a year now.  My Darling has been missing the click, click of nails on the hardwood. He found this boy on Kijjii, he had been previously owned by an elderly lady who had returned him to the breeder when she went into a seniors’ home that didn’t allow dogs.  Not surprisingly he is a little undisciplined, although he walks on a lead really well.  His worse habit is the impulse to herd cars.  He didn’t anwer to his name (the same as my Darling’s!) so we have renamed him Haggis.  He is 2 1/2 years old (birthday is one before my Darling’s — Whaaaat?!)  He thinks he is a lap dog and at sometime in his life called permanent and perpetual ‘Shotgun’.  Wrestling a 80 pound dog into the back seat for 1800 kilometres was not fun.  He is settling in quite well, a bit of separation anxiety when we leave the house, but it is decreasing all the time.  He is a gentle boy, very friendly and is becoming quite attached to his new parents.  Plus, he is beautiful!

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