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Wow, that's a gorgeous dog.
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That is a beautiful dog. Boarder-collie?
Thanks. It's a shetland sheepdog. Basically a miniature variant of a normal collie. He's about knee high on me, and I'm fairly short and he's just reaching the "maximum" height for his breed (that is, if I ever wanted to compete with him, which I never wanted to do).
Actually, we once went to a competition, because the folks I bought him from invited us, and the only thing I could think of was that that's a world that is totally different from mine. People were there, spraying hairspray and other products on their dogs, combing them and putting make up and what not. We went there, and none of the dogs seemed especially happy about being there, because as soon as they wanted to play with each other their owners separated them so that they don't mess their fur up or something like that. Each to their own and I'm not going to attack their hobby, as long as it doesn't hurt the dogs and so on. Just not my thing.
Afterwards I took to the woods and let him play just they he wanted, in the mud, then in the water, running and chasing each other and he looked happier than any of those dogs when he ran freely in the woods. Also, I trained him on taking commands very well, so I could yell "Stop", "Sit", "Lay down", "Crawl", "Roll" and so on from a distance, and it worked even if other dogs were around. So I wasn't afraid of letting him run freely in the woods. On the streets was another story though. I used to live in a rougher neighbourhood and the majority of the dogs there were usually not treated very well and served the purpose of being intimidating. One of them bit himself loose, and attacked my dog pretty roughly. Some kind of a mix between a pitbull and an staffordshire I think. Apparently he had been rescued from being a "game" dog, so when he saw my dog he just kind of flipped and attacked us. They didn't even pay our veterinarian bill.
Oh well.