and you let me come back with a borderjack???
A shelter up North in BC was looking for some help with some of their residents, and I happened across a crosspost from an all-breed rescue on Facebook, and offered to take their border collies. There were two.
Tripp, an 8 month old puppy, whom we decided was a borderjack based on this photo:
and Vaeda, whom was listed as an “Italian Greyhound mix.” We all had a good laugh about that – I mean look at her, she was obviously a smooth coat border collie bitch:
So this morning the shelter put them on a plane, and I zipped over to the airport to collect them. I was most unhappy about this, it being my first day off in the last 7, and I had planned to sleep in really really late and then be really really lazy. And because they arrived rather suddenly (didn’t know they were coming until last night!) the only foster home I could line up for Tripp the borderjack was in North Van. Which meant doing that commute for the EIGHTH day in a row. Gah.
You’ll have to imagine the look of shock on my face when they were wheeled out of the cargo terminal, and Tripp turned out to be a 45 lb border collie X labrador retriever puppy – a great big goofy giant pawed puppy.
And Vaeda, the smooth coat border collie bitch?
She’s a whopping 15 lbs and looks like – as my boss so eloquently put it – a greased weasel. She makes the WooTWoo look big! She could be an Italian Greyhound mix, but I’d bet a large sum of cash on her being a borderjack.
I tried to get a to-scale photo of her with another dog so you could all see how SMALL she is, but I had some difficulty getting her to stop standing on my feet or hugging my thigh. She’s not at all nervous (she is actually really outgoing and sociable), just seems really grateful to have a human of her own to bond to and reluctant to let me out of her sight.
Of course, she may also have been looking for protection from the Devil Dog that was shooting her malevolent glances out of the corner of his eye.
Despite her glued-to-me-edness, I left a leash dragging just in case she decided to bolt, a la Poutine. Fool me once, etc.! And she is fast like stink, so there’s no way I’d catch her if she decided to run.
But it’s okay; Woo’s got it covered, and isn’t going to let her go anywhere.
The other dogs aren’t sure what to make of her. They have experience with Jacks, and borderjacks, none of it good. The thing that tells me the most she is in fact a borderjack is that they all immediately gave her a wide berth. At one point I was giving Tweed a cookie and she jumped up, put her paws on his head, and stole the cookie right out of his mouth – and he did NOTHING. That never happens.
Dexter thinks she is fun for like, a minute, but then she’s too slow for him and he’s bored of her. For as fast as she is, nothing can keep up with the world’s speediest giraffe.
TWooie and I have practiced a lot of cookies-whenever-the-new-dog-is-around and he was mostly doing really good, but he occasionally requires a firm scolding.
And Piper’s taking it out on her hockey ball.
I have 4 days off, so I’m looking forward to getting to know “Bounce” (her new name, as she does that a lot). Unless you can think of a better name for her … I was also toying with “Spring.”
I am also looking forward to firing up my new gas weedeater and taking on some of the property. For while the season of buttercups is coming to an end, the season of daisies has arrived.
And if you’re interested in Bounce / Spring … she’ll be up on the website soon for adoption, so watch for her!