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Jake and Blue<br />
and a Cat Named Kalamzoo<br />
Leah Swatko • Ontario, Canada<br />
My first Aussie was from a working bred litter. The parents were dogs local<br />
people had purchased at the Ohio Congress Quarter Horse Show.<br />
I<br />
knew very little about the breed other than they were very<br />
smart and good farm dogs. I had met one Aussie in my life<br />
prior to this; it was a dog who worked in a traveling side<br />
show a young man operated out of his cube van. He was a<br />
naturally gifted trainer and had a small collection of mixed breeds<br />
and the Aussie. They performed in parking lots for handouts. He<br />
had developed an amazing collection of behaviours each dog had<br />
mastered. Seeming to be overly gifted in doing basic mathematics,<br />
dancing and jumping rope, there was no limit to what they could<br />
do and all seemed to know how to play the crowd to get the most<br />
money into the tin. All worked on simple cues, a finger flick to<br />
end the barking of an addition<br />
answer. Changes of how the<br />
questions were asked told the<br />
dog what was expected. It was<br />
all quite interesting to watch<br />
the subtle language going on<br />
that the spectators never caught<br />
on to. I lived North of Lake<br />
Superior in a small town named<br />
Wawa, which means Big Goose<br />
in Cree. It was late fall of 1974,<br />
and his truck had broken down and was outside my house on the<br />
road, so like all strays I brought him home and he spent the winter<br />
camped in my back yard. I got to know his one Aussie who he<br />
declared as the smartest dog he had ever had. He had found the<br />
dog as a pup wandering the alleys of Calgary maybe left behind by<br />
accident when the rodeo left town. He took the pup in and he was<br />
soon the corner stone of his traveling act. At one time I had a picture<br />
of the dog sitting up wearing a cowboy hat, sunglasses and with<br />
a lit cigarette in his mouth. He was a red merle with blue eyes, A<br />
moderate dog that would suit the ASCA breed standard even today.<br />
Back to my first Aussie; it was Christmas Eve 1982, a friend<br />
and I went up the road to look at a litter of puppies. They were born<br />
around November the 28 th so were only just four weeks old. My<br />
daughter had asked for a puppy and I wanted a young dog, too, as<br />
my two German Shepherds were getting on in years.<br />
My pup was named Jake<br />
by my oldest daughter.<br />
The dog was to be hers, but Jake<br />
was glued to me and was my dog.<br />
When we arrived at the farm, the pups and their mom were<br />
outside in -20c temperatures under the steps with no shelter and<br />
nothing more than a blanket. The mom was a blue merle and was<br />
doing her best to keep the pups warm. The farmer’s wife had<br />
demanded they be put outside as they were making the house smell.<br />
I asked the farmer if he was going to put them in the barn as it was<br />
supposed to get bitterly cold that night, -35c and more in the wind.<br />
I said these pups won’t last long out here it is too cold for them.<br />
His answer was non-committal but he thought he probably would<br />
put them in the barn in an empty corner with some straw.<br />
We looked over the pups and I chose a bi sable red merle. I<br />
only identified her actual colour<br />
latter as I learned more about<br />
the breed. She had a brown eye,<br />
the other was china blue, some<br />
white trim but no copper, and<br />
she seemed friendly and was<br />
so tiny and happy to be held in<br />
my arms – far warmer, I’m sure,<br />
than in the ice and snow.<br />
My friend selected a light<br />
brown pup. We paid for our<br />
pups and we both chose to take them home. I had a strong feeling<br />
that we might have saved their lives considering the weather.<br />
My pup was named Jake by my oldest daughter. The dog was<br />
to be hers, but Jake was glued to me and was my dog. She followed<br />
me everywhere on her little baby legs. She was tiny, more the size of<br />
a two-week-old puppy. She took to warm goat’s milk and softened<br />
food like a ravenous animal. She was so hungry she quivered as she<br />
ate to the point I had to take the food away before she burst. She<br />
was a confident pup, not afraid of anything, was house-trained in<br />
no time – seriously, she never had a single accident in the house.<br />
She dutifully followed me about the farm as I did chores, feeding<br />
the horses, and goats in the barn. Tending to the geese in their pen,<br />
one day when she was closer to four months of age, she made the<br />
mistake of following me in to the goose pen with in seconds the<br />
gander had picked her up by the scruff and one ear. She screamed<br />
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