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Monday, August 29, 2005
Lincoln
Introducing Lincoln the Border Collie. A great little pup deserving of many a belly rub. He is totally fascinated with cats especially ones that are beyond his reach. Soon he will have step brothers and sisters and my brother will update his website with news of the puppies. The website has pictures of Lincoln's family and farm buddies. Lincoln's passions are the laser, riding in the truck, flashlights, swimming and bull winkies. He has couple of favourite toys, the rubber chicken and his evil Santa puppet. Evil Santa is his nemesis. When he plays with it he usually does so with gusto and I'm sure that he feels he is defeating a great foe. On the other hand, the rubber chicken is his comfort toy. Lincoln will not bite or carry the chicken by the neck, head or feet. He will gently pick it up by the middle. When his people leave the house without him Lincoln will take the chicken out and lay by it or carry it around. We will find the chicken in different rooms where ever he has last rested. Lincoln will play with the chicken and do so will people involvement in mind. Sometimes around 2 or 3 in the morning I will hear the familiar squeak of the chicken and I will have to decide whether to ignore it or check to see what is going on. There is nothing like playing chase in a pitch black room with a dog and a chicken. It is a sense of pure freeing abandonment with no rules and testing of skills to chase Lincoln with only fun in mind. Try and explain to co-workers the bruises on your shins are due to the rubber chicken game and the end table you couldn't see in the dark. There is a book that I must recommend. I have read it several times, it is called The Dog Rules: (Damn Near Everything!) by William Thomas. Humourous and well worth the read.
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