My Buick got ran over by a Chevy
On Friday July 25th on this blog I wrote a post called Irony and it was about my dog "Buick" and his "prior" habits of chasing cars. How I thought I had nipped that in the bud, and how I found out I had not when I literally watched him jump off my porch to chase two (2) black labs (of course black labs are not cars, it's still is a chase) and it was done with me WATCHING him. Being a Border Collie, Australian Shepherd mix , chasing (in dog terms, herding) is what he was born to do . It is in his blood. I have always owned dogs and as a little girl my family always had a pet dog. Every single dog I have ever owned died of old age,with the exception of my little dog "Nick," a purebred mutt and a little dog that looked like a terrier. He was literally stolen right off my dad's front yard when we were down there visiting in southern Ca. Someone thought they had stolen some pure-bred. ."Nick" was 6 and had helped me get through some not so pleasant shit going on in my life at the time. He was my lil' bud. Anyway as I wrote in the previous post, my now dog "Buick" ran after those 2 labs and ended up getting hit by a car and made his way home almost dead. Found underneath our picnic table the next morning my "Buick" obviously did not have enough strength to make it up the 5 stairs to our front door and let us know he was alive.(We had searched almost all - night but we live literally in the woods and it is not like they have street lights!)
This has a happy ending .
I am posting about me letting Buick and his lil' sis Nala (who happens to be three (3) times the size of Buick if not more, and most likely is so, out the front door while I went out back to shut the sprinklers off. Then I came around the front yard into the front by the door I had just let them out of and they were gone!!!
Of course here I go again, the guilt of not being with both of them for that 2 minutes etc. The screaming begins. I am yelling BUICK....... NALA...... when my husband hears me and comes out the front door and sees my pychotic state. Pure guilt, paranoia, etc. setting in. He whistles! And right there in my front yard is my "Nala" and my "Buick" sitting in our Cougar "Mercury" ready and waiting to go for a ride!
I ran in and got my camera to take this shot
Then I had really got their attention as I leaned in through our apple tree in the front yard to take this pic
And then I came up closer. Apparently because I had let them out the front door, and they saw me go back in and out the back door to turn off the sprinklers , they thought it was time for a ride! As you can see we have a sun roof on this old car and "Buick" loves to go cruising around and actually sticks his head out of the sun roof. They just jumped into the car through the side opened window and were ready and raring to go.
And all I can say about that is Thank god!
Note; I have since found out who hit "Buick" that dreadful day. This gal went out of her way to keep from hitting my dog "Buick" as he was chasing her car (mainly biting at the tires) when she came upon the option of driving her and her car into a ditch or to get the car back on the road and possibly hit my dog. (Which she did)
I AM NOT MAD AT HER!!!
I never could be. She does not even know that I know, and I just want to keep it that way,
As for the two black labs that he took off with,I understand that they both just sat on the sidelines as my dog made a complete ass out of himself by chasing tires!
This gal drives a Chevy. A neighbor that knows the truth started singing to me the other day.
"Buick got ran over by a Chevy!!!"
To the tune of a christmas song that sings "Grandma got ran over by a reindeer"
Sometimes you just have to laugh to get through some of lifes bad happenings
PEACE!!!!!
Allison
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I had to go to jail today
I originally posted this on March 27th 2008
To pick up my "Buick." Yep, my Buick went to jail last evening. Seems he was found parked in the middle of the highway, not the middle of the street, laying in wait to attack any other "Buick" or Chevy or Ford that drove by. My "Buick" has taken to his old habits of chasing cars. Yes, my Buick is my dog, rescued from our local animal shelter 16 months ago at the age of 4 months, a half breed of Australian Shepherd and Border Collie, both herding dogs, it did not take long once we got him to his new home (our house) that this dog was going to "herd" anything that moved. Full of love and excitement for our new found family member we were beside ourselves with the very real reality that we may lose this dog do to his his breed and that of which he new best! Herding
We live at the last house of a of a street that maybe has 10 houses, on a small country road in the mountains. Although we do not have a fenced yard , my husband who has lived here for 30 years, has had dogs whom he taught not to go out into the street. When I met my husband 5 years ago. (I was a widow) I brought a small mutt into the relationship, and my husband had a 17 year old big dog. Her name was Beaulah and she did not venture out into the road. I too found it very easy to teach my little dog the same thing.
In the first year of my moving in after getting married, my husband lost Beaulah of old age. We still had my little Mutt dog Nick who was six years old. We went to my fathers house in southern ca. where "Nick" was dog-napped right from my fathers house, something that's quite popular down there, especially little dogs where the amount of money they (the dog-nappers) get from selling them or from a "reward" is out of this world.We never did find "Nick" and my heart was broken terribly. I did not think I would ever get another dog. As time went on tho' we realized something was missing from our lives and that's when we took the trip 27 miles away to our closest town to our local animal shelter.
(We bought our new dog, my husband named him (Don't ask))
And that is the same trip we took this morning for the same dog.
When we realized Buick was a car chaser,We ended up buying him a shock collar and as horrible as that sounds I only shocked him once and my husband only had to do it once also, equipped with a buzzer, the dog relates the buzzer to doing something wrong and learns immediately to quit the bad behavior. Buick was a fast learner and he quit chasing cars and learned to stay on the property.We have not had any problem with him since. We even got him a little sister named Nala, to play with. Although Nala is 3 times as big as he is now.
We do not know why Buick ran away yesterday afternoon, and we were right on top of it, out looking for him. Coming home to see if he were here, we walked in the front door to the sound of a ringing telephone.On the other end was our local (although 27 miles away) animal shelter. This is when we learned that Buick had fallen off the wagon and up to his old tricks. It also was closing time at the animal shelter and our beloved Buick had to stay "parked" in their garage for the night!
It's been a pretty long and cold and snowy winter and day before yesterday the sun was out and it was a heatwave of 48 degree's. We had him neutered when we got him so we don't know why he ran away' maybe the nice weather,
but
he now has cost us an additional $30.00 for "bail"
but he is safe'
and he is home,
and he maybe doing this , sitting on our windowsill,
on the inside looking out,
Tomorrow when he does this,
standing outside looking in,
He will be wearing his shock collar!
