Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Mr. Crazy, Mr. Man
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Tennis Balls, Sheep, toys he can dissect, rocks, sticks..
Dogs who tried to take his toys, and Riley when she tried to soak up too much attention.
The ever popular tennis ball and the flashlight and laserpointer 'beams'.
We liked cheese, hot dogs and natural balance, but we were picky and most of the time did not finish our meals!
The frequent vineyard romps, but also relished any large open park where he sould chase those low flying birds.
Cover nose with his paw...we didnt have much time to work on it. :(
I saw him at a flyball demo i was doing with my team, and decided i really liked him. I contacted his Foster home, and in a few weeks adopted him from BC Rescue.
He was a wonderful dog, and i only had him for 2 months. He constantly jumped the 6ft fence, dug in the yard, fence fought, and played ball. He loved to fish rocks out of the stream( what is it and my BC loving that?), play chuck-it for hours, and climb way up the tops of trees after birds and jump right down with no regards for his own saftey. In the chilly mornings during fetch, you could see the steam rising from his body. He had bad habits, usually fence fighting all day long, and he always seemed to hate my dad. He would bark at him and herd him all over the yard. However, I loved every moment of his company, and couldnt wait to do flyball with him. He was hit and killed by a car during one of our night walks, and a bit of myself died with him.
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July 6th 2006 12:06 am
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This is probably the only entry this diary will ever see. I feel i need to tell Radar's last story. It's good for me to let it out then keep it bottled. I feel i owe it to my dog to never let him be forgotten. So here is that fateful night in July, 2004, in a detailed series of events. Please keep in mind that I am refering to Radar when i mention "You".
We're walking. It's late evening. Peace under the darkened sky. The three of us are tired. Its been a great day. Peaceful. Stolling in the long, open field. Mind is calm, at ease. You are still alert, buzzing with activity. You rush on by me, i can see you in the corner of my eye.
Riley is more relaxed. She trots close to me, graceful rythym. It's just us. You fly by again. You've seen something. You rush into the night. Thrill of the chase. Rye and I begin to jog. Cool wind on my face. Stumble over a pine cone. Silly.
Suddenly the night is shattered. A noise. A thud in the night from far off. Impact; a shrill scream.
Heads both turned to the road. A lone car has stopped. Glance to Riley. No longer is she content. Her tail has ceased it's joyous arc and is curled between her legs. She snorts her frustration and looks at me. She is here. Where are you?
The car moves on slowly. Not right. I call into the ink of night. Call again. Not you. Something is not right. Feelings of dread penetrating an otherwise cheerful heart. Legs like lead, but they move with power. Must be flying as I rush to the road. Heart is pounding. Feel weak. This is not right.
Black form on the road. You? Run forward. Not you. Not you...A mistake. A stranger.
Not moving. I grab you. Hold your head up to face mine. Blood on your tounge. Screaming. Bloodcurtling. So thats what it sounds like.
Who's screaming? Breath deeply though my mouth. Screaming stops. Refuse to move. I hold you. Cars flying by. Won't leave you. Riley is cowering and shaking out of the way. Screaming again. Who is that?
Lights. Red, white, blue. Huge siren blaring towards us. Don't understand. There is no fire.
Your breathing is raspy. Your eyes on me. My fault. Two months was all we had. Hardly knew you, but i can understand the dreams we've lost. And now there's nothing left to do but hug you and say goodbye.
If you are wondering, the night took place around 10pm, on a barren stretch of land far from the road. That night i decided to not listen to that little voice that gives good advice, and did not buckle the leashes i had with me on the dogs. We were, after all, so very close to home. The people who hit Radar came back after they saw and heard me screaming on the road. They were the ones who called the police, which sent the fire department. They did their best to move me, but i told them no, i wouldnt move him without something flat under him to support whatever could be broken. Finally, they complied.
The worst part had to have been at the Emergency Clinic...While in the waiting room I could hear his heart monitor, but i wasn't stupid...i knew it was too late.
Radar was a excellent dog. He helped make and fuel my dreams, even if i only had him for 2 months. He would have had the time of his life doing sheep herding, and would have made a marvolous Flyball competitor. I loved his perks, his charm, and his mischeif. He brought me into the world of Border Collies, in which for me there will be no end.
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