We got a pretty good little shower last night. It made me do the happy rain dance! It didn’t amount to much: less than a half an inch, but we’ll take what we can get.
Come to find out, it wasn’t allergies that were making me so miserable but a cold. Yuck. I feel pretty good today and hopefully I’ll be able to ride this afternoon.
Regarding dog training: I’ve decided I don’t want to do it any more. I’ll never step foot on a trial field again, nor an agility field. For now, Gel is all we need for the amount of work that needs to be done around here. Split is going to go and live with Rosemoon and her daughters in the mountains. They had already reserved a puppy from Split’s litter, but it would be helpful for them to have a started dog to manage their sheep and other farm animals now. That way, they can just let the puppy grow up. It will be a good home for Split. Rosemoon’s daughters have to be two of the most delightful young women I’ve ever met; and Rosemoon, well, she’s just wonderful too. The girls are young, have a lot of energy and I’m sure a whole lot more patience than I have. Split and the puppy they choose will be very well cared for. Why anyone with a small farm needs any more than one well-trained Border Collie is beyond me.
I doubt Split is going to have more than three or four puppies. She isn’t very big. She started to exhibit nesting behavior last night so we need to get a place set up for her. Wally is going to bring home two heavy shipping boxes from work, one for Split and her puppies and the other for the chicks I’ll pick up on Thursday. Hopefully Split will take good care of her puppies, have some concerns about that.
I think this might be a very good cross, but who knows. I think it’s a fallacy to breed a dog because you want a puppy that will grow up just like one or both of the parents. There will never be another Gel and I need to accept that. One thing I will try very, very hard to do with this puppy is NOT to put it on stock until it’s closer to a year old. It’s simply too much pressure for a young dog. I have think that if we were to have found Split when she was young and brought her up with some structure that she wouldn’t have been as balls-to-the-walls as she is now, but who knows. I guess I just don’t have the patience for it. My goals are elsewhere now.
Off to milk.
Until later …