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RUN RUN RUN / BAD DOG #151

RONNY before he turned BAD. Photo by Rob McLean


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A random selection from the deluge of BAD DOG stories that have been pouring onto the Fish Obits desk, this one by Cousin Rob , a frequent and vital editor/contributor with a European perspective, concerning The Persistent Desire to Roam Free, the Persistent Desire to Prevent Others from Exercising the Persistent Desire, Missions Accomplished, DNA, Denial as to Rabbits, and Corn Fields.

My dog's name (until further notice) is Ronny. He's a year old now. He's really fast. By “really fast”, what I mean to say is that I can't bike faster than he can run. By “I can't bike faster than he can run” what I mean to say is that I can't do it safely. He is a herding dog (Australian shepherd) and apparently, 86% of their DNA is focused on Not Allowing Breakaways. In other words, their goal in life is to smother the Persistent Desire to Roam Free. This includes bikes that have their owners on it.

The lengths Ronny will go to in order to achieve this aim are impressive. Biting your ankles, for example, is suddenly part of his tool kit. But the main thing is when you bike, he gets a bit ahead of your legs, and if you go faster he will run even faster, beginning to panic that you're trying to get ahead of him. He gives no quarter. He will not compromise on this. Which is fine, except that you don't really trust his intellect at 20 miles an hour and he's running a foot away from your wheel, on a leash. It's self-preservation as well as, well, not wanting to RIP your dog. So you let up, you slow down, and he says to himself, “Mission accomplished.”

And as long as we're Persistently Desiring to Roam Free, I'm curious if he's getting over that urge. A few months ago, when he was half as old as he is now, if we let him loose in the field, he would (persistently) take off, sometimes for 5 minutes at a time. He could see jack rabbits in the distance and he was inexperienced enough not to realize he couldn't catch those critters. Even if he knew, I think all he needs is an excuse to run and he'll do it. Meaning: No rabbit obits to report as of yet. But that was a few months ago when the corn wasn't planted and you could see across the fields. All the corn is now grown and mostly harvested, so we'll see.



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Robin McLean also blogs at Mike's Maze.
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