Hello from Ch Highlands Mascot, CDX, UD, AX aka "Charlotte" (the Border Collie). I'm happiest when I'm working. When Dad and I aren't goofing around with obedience, or agility or tracking, I earn my keep on contract to a couple of local police departments and businesses doing narcotics searches or working with Dad as a Missing Animal Recovery dog. I also work as a therapy dog twice a month at Children's Hospital,Boston. For a four year old, I'm pretty busy.
When I'm not working, I spend my time in my kennel translating the Bible into Korean and helping Steve Jobs write the next version of Mac OS. I find relaxing very stressful. I try to ignore Rambo (my Jack Russell kennel mate). I think he had a lack of oxygen at birth. Every once in a while he decides to challenge me for a ball or he gets it in his head that I might like to 'hook up' with him. Then I earn my nickname 'Mega Bitch'.
When we're outside we have access to a cool water trough and inside where it's cool we get water in our kennels. Sometimes Dad has to stop playing with me because I won't stop even when I'm over heating. I love swimming too - especially in the ocean - and will do it until I can't move anymore.
From Rambo (CDX, ED) - the Jack Russell - a.k.a, 'Evil Incarnate': biting stuff is fun. Soccer balls are cool, but they don't make much noise. Woodchucks are better, but I seem to have got them all. Squirrels are usually too fast for me. Sometimes, I get onto a rabbit. If I'm hunting with Dad he likes that. But if I chase the bunny into its hole and dig in, then Dad has to get a shovel and dig me out. He says that one day he's going to leave me in there. One day it took him a good two hours to find me.
Skunks are very uptight and Dad gets grumpy after I chase them and get sprayed. He has to mix buckets of soap, hydrogen peroxide and baking soda to make me less smelly. I think once or twice Dad has considered taking me to an animal shelter and saying I'm a stray. Then he remembers that I'm microchipped.
Charlotte is pretty cool and I like it when she goes into heat, though she plays hard to get. In fact, she's been known to put holes in me when I get too frisky. I love it when Dad takes me in the car - even if it's to help out at a lesson. I generally play along and act like the well behaved dog I'm not. Then, when I get a chance, I pee on Dad's client's dog. Two years ago I took first place in a regional obedience championship and when the judge came to congratulate dad and give him my ribbon, I bit the judge. I also love doing commercial photo shoots. I play along as long as everyone's attention is on me. Then the first chance I get, I knock over some lights or sets or pee on someone. It's good to be underestimated. I'm almost four years old too.
From Shimmer (the 2 yr old Rat Terrier) - I was abandoned by one of Dad's clients who sold me for a dollar. Sometimes Dad says he overpaid. But I think that's mainly because he hasn't figured out what to do with me. There aren't many pictures of me because I'm a Rat Terrier and dad doesn't want to break his camera lens. What I lack in looks I make up for with speed I and smarts; so agility might be in my future. For now I get taught a lot of tricks. I'm the only dog Dad hasn't been able to get interested in playing ball. Lately, I've decided to like sleeping in Dad's bed. Dad seems concerned that I could get smothered under the duvet, but I get enough air and its very cozy. I definitely prefer any season except winter, when my short legs mean I have to drag my titties through the snow.
We all stay on heartworm meds, a worming regime and Frontline (though a lot of ticks now seem resistant to it). More often than not Dad has a client's dog here so we have to extra careful.
The biggest risk to us in the summer time is heat. Dogs can become fatally overheated in cars when the ambient temperature is as low as 56℉ (if the car is exposed to sunlight and is inadequately ventilated). Dogs have very inefficient cooling physiology and generally do not recover well if their normal body temperature of c101 goes higher than 105.
Sometimes we go with Dad on hikes. He carried tons of water for us. There are usually streams and ponds and puddles we would LOVE to drink from. But giardia is a nasty infection and dad says dogs get it too easily.
Sometimes for fun Dad fills a kiddy pool with water and throws in a bucket of ice cubes or a bunch of tennis balls, which keeps us splashing forever.
The highlight of our days in the summer is often a long play and then a chance to crash with Dad in the shade. He tries to keep his cool,animal trainer demeanor, but we usually win out and get to snuggle for a good while. When no one is looking, Dad sometimes comes to his senses, drops the pretense that we're "working dogs", and lets himself enjoy us as companions.