Fourth of July weekend and out of the metropolitan area for a few days to chill at Arrow Lake, nestled somewhere in god’s country, Poconos, USA. The human activities—hiking, cooking, eating, hanging—were overshadowed by our canine companions, our kiddies for the weekend. The four pedigrees were unlikely play-partners for each other. The youngest, Torri, a blue Corgi, six months old, was ready and willing despite her lack of leg height compared to Apollo and Lola, Teresa’s two Border Collies. The tiny one of the quartet was Buffy, a Yorkshire Terrier, with a yapping bravado crazy enough to instigate trouble with the quiet Lola. The dogs took to their new country house like a fresh litter box. Each one at some point made a territorial claim of either the first or second numeral.
Lola was particularly unique. When the TV or radio was on, she would sit just to the side of it with a play-toy waiting intently, head tilting. She was listening for clapping or applause. And then, like a rabid beast, she would attack the toy and shake it violently side to side. Strange, yes. The Border Collies need work. They can become obsessive about the need to do something, whether it’s to catch a frisbee, ball, or herd sheep.
Apollo waits by the edge of the lake for a frisbee toss.
Torri the Corgi grapples with a frisbee while Lola looks for some other action.
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