Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Merck and Craige: Old Dogs II

Merck and Craige: Old Dogs II

So… on the first part of this bit on old dogs, I covered the groundwork for this breed; i.e. Border Collies.  Career working dogs.  Our first retiree is named Merck and he was 13 years old when he took up residence here.  This is old for most dogs.  We have had other dogs and none of them made it to thirteen.  Closest was old Max who passed at twelve.  At thirteen though Merck is still pretty spry.  He never barks and we suspect he is pretty hard of hearing.

He was a breeder, so he is what they call an in-tact male.   But at his age he doesn’t have any aggression.  Merck is the most laid back dude.  He’s maybe thirty pounds and long haired black with bright white color blazes around his neck and on his feet.  He’s a handsome devil.  And he has huge feet.  Way out of proportion for his body.  Somehow though, like the cool dude that he is, he makes it work.

Because our youngest daughter has some developmental delays and is the gentlest and most sensitive person you will ever meet, any animal guests in our house MUST be gentle and totally trustworthy.  Must not bark (a lot), bite or scratch.   Our dogs are going to get hugged and fawned over.  They have to be on board with that.  Merck-man is fine with the huggy attention, he doesn’t require it … he doesn’t seem to be emotionally dependent.  A cool guy who just wants to hang out, get fed and wander about in the woods around our rural homestead.

We grew to like Merck so much that we told the breeder lady, who also runs a business using Borders to scoot geese off of airplane runways and golf courses.  This is really the most humane and natural method of helping the birds to find safer places to nest.  Because they are bred to constantly attempt to bring wide spread groups of other animals into small dense groups, the Collies take after the birds and try to herd them together, which naturally just causes birds, who can fly, to take off.
After enough of this harassment, the birds just look for a quieter neighborhood.

This keeps them from crashing airplanes by getting sucked up into jet engines or crashing through the airplane windshield and killing the pilot.  No good.  On golf courses, yes they crap all over everything in big tubular greasy dumps.  This makes greens, fairways and cart paths very unpleasant.  Golfers don’t pay large amounts of money to wade through goose crap.  It just takes the fun out of the game, somehow.
But also golf courses tend to dump a lot of herbicides on their grass(es) to avoid nasty weed plants from ruining the postcard look of the place.  When exposed to, and often ingesting, these herbicides, the gosling chicks either don’t hatch, or they have two heads and maybe one wing.

Is affection a thing?  Is just being furry and lovable and devoted a thing?  I think it is.  I think it’s a pretty important thing to have a companion who just accepts you.  That’s it – this furry lovable animal just wants to be near you.  It likes you to stroke its fur and talk to it with returned affection.  So because the ole Merck-man was so affectionate and cool to have around, despite his weird arthritic walk and being mostly blind and mostly deaf, we wound up with taking in his work buddy, also know as Craige.  Merck and Craige had worked together for several years and had become rather inter-dependant.

However Craige is a couple of years younger than Merck and we suspect somewhere along the way, in his resumé, he had a trainer (dog worker) who wasn’t all that kind to him.  He will not allow himself to hugged around the neck.  This makes him jerk back and sulk in a corner for an hour or so.  Doesn’t bark or snarl, just quite obviously finds that gesture very uncomfortable.  However, he also seems very insecure, so he is always nudging people for petting and other forms of affection.  He insists on being in the same room as my wife, who is kind of his pack alpha – for some reason.  Not me, the male who has to carry all the luggage and move the refrigerator for Saturday cleaning. 

And, both have decided that they won’t obey me if my wife is anywhere present.  These dogs are bred and programmed to establish an alpha and that person is the one who has to give them commands.  Which is good if they are working and there are a lot of people around and especially if those other people also have dogs with them.  Our guys almost never take their eyes off my wife, she gives a command and bam! Off they go to do that command.  The only time when they will listen to me is when I take them out by myself.  Then for, at least that short time, they will do what I tell them.

Merck widdly-waddles along the dog path in his odd sort of carb-walk.  Big strangely huge feet – kind of like a dog-Hobbit –plopping twisted outward.  Even at his age with all his infirmities,  he puts off this perkiness vibe.  Kind of a perky-confidence.  As I say kind of “dude-like”.  Doesn’t really give a shit what anybody else thinks.  Craige never gets much farther away from his handler (owner-trainer-alpha) than maybe fifty feet, unless he is given the command to chase.  Then he is off like a bullet.  As soon as he has made some other animal, like a bird or squirrel or snake, take off, he looks back at the handler to find out if there is anything else for him to do.  At the command Craige come!  He trots right back.  Because often these dogs work in pairs, the handler has to use their names before each command.

All of this hardwired instinct combined with good work training, makes these old dogs a real pleasure to take out for walks.  They are too old to get in much trouble, they are bred and trained to obey commands, they respond delightfully to respect and affection.  All in all, although we may only have them for not too many more years before they pass on, they are getting a dignified retirement and they still can perform a very useful purpose; extending love and companionship for a small family that loves dogs, but just need low maintenance family members.

I don’t think there is much of a stretch to maybe extend this kind of thinking to our human culture. 

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