To her parent's disappointment, and to my great good fortune, however, Meg hasn't a lick of interest in sheep; she opted out of the traditional family sheep-chasing business in favor of a career chasing Frisbees. Her sole interest and ruling passion in life is THE FRISBEE, and she'll chase one until she drops from exhaustion. Her complete dedication to catching a Frisbee and her disdain for those wooly things in the pasture led to her not making the cut for herding and coming to me instead, in December of 1996. Now that she's getting up in years we try not to tire her out, but she still does 20 or so Frisbee runs per day. She'd do more if we let her.
For a while she played Flyball as a member of the New River Express team. She enjoyed it, and earned two certifications, but made it clear she'd like it better if it involved Frisbees. When she quite Flyball I took her through basic Agility training but she got bored with it. Chasing tennis balls is OK, but again, she regards them as only a pallid substitute for the Real Thing.
She has two speeds: Sound Asleep and Flat Out, nothing in between. As is true of
most Border Collies, she's as crazy as a bedbug, utterly single-minded, and
somewhat timid. But she loves people, I think because she regards them all as
potential throwers of FRISBEES. Whenever someone new visits she gets hers and
brings it to them with an invitation to play. She is the sweetest and most loving
dog I've ever had, without exception. If you click on the image at left you
can see her in action.
| Susan | Tycho | Meg | Tessa | Toby | Tucker | Dante | Penny |