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Jetty, Rocket dog, Jetson, Jerk, Mr. J, Jet-Pack, Jet set go.
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June 13th 2004
Flyball, Sheep, Frisbee,The hand vaccume, playing ball and tug, diving for rocks in the stream, Bubble Wrap, "The Beam".
Dogs that get in his face when he's playing
Frisbee! Tennis balls and tugs, and anything that squeaks!
Freeze dried buffalo liver
Whats this walk you speak of? We be haulin!
Fetch drinks from the fridge, roll himself up in a blanket, take items on request, Flyball swimmer's turn off a wall, dig when asked, go find Riley.
Jet came from a Ranch in California from parents of working stock. After taking a look at the litter and several 'puppy tests' later, little Jetty, (who was a big boy and not so little at 8 weeks), came home in the late summer of 2004.
Jet is a ready-to-go type of dog. If he could talk, he would say how he loves Flyball, and how much he loves to be competitive. The name of the game is the competition, he's ready to race! He loves to stare down the competition and watch them out of the corner of his eye when racing, just to see where they are in comparison. He started his Flyball career in May, 2006, earned his first two titles and never looked back. He is now a Flyball Master Excellent, Top Flight Premier Level 2 and climbing. He ranks as the #24 Border Collie in UFLI, and as #68 Dog. His fastest time is a 3.98 over a 10 inch jump height.
Jet also comes with the typical border collie obsessive behaviors. For some odd reason, he loves to attack the hand vacuum cleaner and goes crazy over bubble wrap, which is always fun to shred. Jet loves sheep herding and has a very hard eye. His biggest wish is for me to buy him some sheep. Since i can't do that, he's turned to herding and barking at cars while we drive.
Our most interesting behavior is his underwater diving. In a lake or swimming pool he will dive down up to 8 feet below water to fetch a rock(sometimes bigger than his head!) or a toy. He can play this for about 2 hours, he likes it so much. Its amazing to watch, as well as scary.
Jet does alot of conditioning for Flyball, and to remain fit. He loves to run on his treadmill, do interval sprint work, race me on the bike, and go hiking. He is still seraching for a food that does not upset his digestive system. So far, Timberwolf Organics is the best.
Jet also loves a good game of Frisbee.
Jet set go!
The Groups I'm In:
Addicted to Flyball, Advocates for Positive Training, Border Collie Bay, Border Collie Mania, Flyball
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Do You Trust Your Dog Off-Leash?
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|October 10th 2004
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April 4th 2005 9:01 pm
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Today I went to a very strange place. There were a bunch of crazy, barking dogs all tied to a fence. I couldnt understand what was so exciting, but when Mom tied me to the fence i figured i might as well join in! Mom told me to shut up after awhile, humans just dont understand the benefits of a good barking fit.
After Mom went away for awhile she took me to this small pen with these realy hairy creatures. I'm not sure exactly what came over me...but i felt these strange things had to be kept together and moved to...somewhere. I must admit i was a bit rambunctious at first. But i didnt let myself go into crazy-chasing mode.
This lady with a long stick kept talking to me and having me move these creatures all around her, left and then right. When i got a bit crazy, she suprised me by wacking me on the nose with that stick. It suprised me for a split second, but didnt faze me much. I had a job to do.
Sometimes, I made a really sharp right turn on these 'sheep' and lost one. I let it get away. The trainer was really happy when i ran to get it and even barked and growled at it in frustration until it was back with the others. The same one got away several times, but i always brought it back.
Sometimes, though, this trainer made me sit or lie down. This was the most horrible part of my new job. I had never done anything for anyone but Mom before, but this stranger was ordering me around. But because i wanted the sheep so bad i laid down and waited to go again.
So you can imagine my unhappiness when the trainer told me to lie down and Mom came over and snapped the leash to me. I cant believe it...i should have moved away, but i was watching the sheep too closly. I dont worry though, the trainer said i was excelent and wanted me to come back. Mom was very, very, very happy with me, so shes going to let me do it more!
Now thats not bad for 10 months old!
October 15th 2004 8:07 pm
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The day started out pretty eventful...Mom gave me a few Kongs stuffed with peanut butter and a couple carrots and then, once again, vanished. Sometimes i cry for her to come back, (leaping on the bars of my crate for extra measure), but she leaves me anyway.
When Mom usually comes back from vanishing, (she calls this place...'school') we usually play ball and tug, or i do things to make the clicker noise. Today, though, we got into the car and when to quite a strange place.
I've never seen the likes of it before. It was a large fenced in place...and dogs of all shapes and sizes were running and playing...everywhere! Mom got quite excited...and led me over to the yard. I was a bit uneasy...and showed it by setting my ears back a bit. The second i set foot into this place i was surrounded by dogs. BIG dogs. Big, almost SCARY dogs. The sniffed me everywhere, and even drooled on my back. I couldnt help but lower my tail a bit. Mom stilll seemed happy, so once the other dogs left i decided to explore.
Sooo many smells...it was glorious! The dogs didnt seem so scary anymore...and i even went chasing after a yellow lab playing ball. I suddenly realized this would be a perfect opportunity to practice my herding. The other dogs didnt object, and i ended up having a good time. I almost forgot about Mom.
"Jet, come!" I know that voice...where is it coming from? Mom? Through the throng of canines i spotted her and took off at full throttle. Mom dosnt call me Jet for nothing! Oh, and the wonders on my arrival at her feet! I was presented with a very yummy treat. The other dogs came closer...NO, you cant have my busquit, its mine! I warned a dog away with a little snap. A sharp "Ohh!" came from Mom. She backed away...taking the rest of my busquits! I didnt understand...but would not be swayed. Making sure she saw me, i sat right at Mom's feet. She called me a good boy and gave me, this time, a piece of kibble. Nice, variety! My good deed done, i went to explore.
I had quite the time pestering a small basset hound around the yard for awhile, and then went off to steal the lab's ball a few times. How slobbery! Mom interupted me with a "Jet, Come!" everyonce and a while. I always responded the same, with a change in my prior pace to that of lightning...speeding off to find her SOMEWHERE in the park.
We even played ball. Mom brought my little ball and we played 'get the ball and then chase Mom'. But then the basset came running up and kept barking at us. I became quite fearful! The basset wouldnt go away, and it made me scared to play ball...Mom even tried to shoo it away...
After more exploring Mom called me over (VROOOOOOM!) and we left the Dog Park. On the way out we stopped at a patch of grass and played our ball and chase game again...it was great, and i was really fast! I even got grass stains on my white paws! Mom thought it was great i had so much fun! I cant wait to go back again!
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