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March 14, 2006
Deal or No Deal
I've discovered that I *really* don't want to go on a date with Mr. Border Collie (Mr. BD). I originally gave him this name because he has a border collie, but upon further reflection it goes farther than that:
According to the official Border Collie website:
Because their early work was to gather sheep from the hills, Border Collies are, by nature, gatherers rather than drovers or tenders. They can, nevertheless, be taught to drive stock away from the shepherd and even to keep their charges within certain boundaries. They are also sensitive to commands from their handlers and can distinguish slight variations in the many whistles they understand, responding appropriately to each tone.
So far, so good. But then:
The dog's temperament must be sensitive enough to bend its will when asked, tough enough to stand up to the pressures of training, eager to learn, with enough confidence and determination to carry on with its work without constant guidance. Some Border Collies are reserved rather than outgoing, but they must love to work with and for the master.
Ahh, here we have it. Mr. Border Collie is too sensitive, too eager to learn, to ready to work with and for the master (in this case, me). In a word, he's pliable. He's rather like a puppy--the potential to be a good working dog, but clumsy and awkward and quite possible drooling.
On the other hand, Mr. Border Collie isn't all bad. He's very persistant (a "herder" one might even suppose), calling me with startling regularity despite my lackluster enthusiasm, and giving me the impression that he would be a very faithful partner. And he's certainly hard working (as his dog-profile would suggest), owning a very profitable business, and thus allowing him to buy a new, much praised truck.
Did I mention he loves trucks? I mean he LOVES trucks. In the several conversations we've had, it's come up repeatedly--with him actually asking me "so, do you like trucks?" Seriously, Ms. Write Again Soon couldn't care less what Mr. Border Collie drives, and yet he persists with his bashful enthusiasm.
This is why I'm a cat person.
Comments
In my experience, it never ends well with Truck Lovers.
Posted by: La at March 14, 2006 03:25 PM
