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This is my faithful K9 friend – an Australian Shepherd, Paige. But faithful and friend go only so far… When it comes to exercise, she doesn’t want to know me!

Paige jpegIf you don’t know much about Australian Shepherds, here’s a bit of background. The breed was developed in the western part of United States in the early 1800s. Although they are a working breed, they also excel at dog sports and are highly successful search and rescue dogs, detection dogs, and therapy dogs. It is not unusual to see Australian Shepherds with one brown eye and one blue eye – like Paige. They are known as a watch-dog rather than a guard-dog. A watch-dog will let you know if someone is around, but if you’re not around to protect the dog, the dog will likely hide.

For the past 11 weeks, I have been part of a University exercise study. I committed to doing a minimum of 150 minutes of exercise each week. I walk, ride a bike and  work with weights. So that I didn’t have to leave the house for long periods of time, I mapped out a walking circuit in the back yard. Paige thought it was great and bounded around with me once, then trotted around the next time, and after that, she disappeared. When I have more time and feel inclined to venture out, I either head to the shops or go the other way to the bridge. For the bridge walk, I’ve been taking Paige with me on a lead. At first, she was excited and pulling on the lead. But as the weeks went by, she became less and less enthusiastic. Last time I was ready to walk, she tilted her head to one side as if to say, ‘Do I have to go with you?’

I slipped the chain around her neck and urged her out the door. She was a step behind me all the way to the bridge and as soon as we turned around to come home, she perked up. I now have a new appreciation for that saying ‘Come on, you’re dragging on the chain.’

Sometimes it’s hard to find the enthusiasm and motivation to get my 150 minutes done, and it’s even harder when my dog doesn’t even want to do it!


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Good Monday Morning to you all :) Here’s a story I came across a number of years ago and thought you might enjoy it…

An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard.
I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of. 

He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; 
he then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the 
hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep. 

An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.  The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall and again slept for about an hour. 
This continued off and on for several weeks.  
Curious I pinned a note to his collar: ‘I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is 
and ask if you are aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.’  
The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar: 
’He lives in a home with 6 children, 2 under the age of 3 – he’s trying to catch up on his sleep. 
Can I come with him tomorrow?’

Have a great week, everyone.


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 Meet the two characters of today’s family story. Monsieur Charles de Cat, and Australian Shepherd, Paige.

Last summer was long, hot and dry. Well in my opinion it was. I’m not a fan of summer, so every summer is long, hot and dry. To conserve water, I had the wash water drain into my laundry sink and I would carry buckets of water through the house to my thirsty plants. I’d been doing it for months, so why things went so wrong this particular day, I just don’t know.

There I was, carrying two buckets brimming with water and Paige was trotting along in front of me like she always did. We were on our last trip for the day, up the passage, into the family room… and Paige suddenly stopped. I felt a bit like a fully loaded Mac truck, bearing down on a little Mini Cooper. I braced for the collision, lifting the heavy buckets in the vein hope of avoiding a spill. I almost pulled it off…! The bucket in my right hand just clipped her back-end. Two things happened simultaneously. Water sloshed out of the bucket all over the tiled floor, and I yelled, ‘Paaaaaige!’

She panicked, spun around to get away, lost traction and went down on her side in the pool of water. In her haste to get up, she came up under my second bucket, sloshing more water out. I yelled again, and she took off to go hide in the study. The cat had been curled up asleep on a chair at the dinning table, now he was spooked. He shot off the chair,  came flying around the corner, straight into the pool of water and completely lost it. Here’s this big ginger cat, sliding across the floor on his side, through the puddle, legs and tail spinning wildly, and slams into me, still standing there with my two buckets. He finally gets traction and disappears from sight. I’m left standing in the middle of the puddle laughing so hard I could hardly hold the buckets. Ah, pets… such a source of entertainment.


(c) DJ Stutley 2012

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