A True Story About a Border Collie, A Very Lucky Dog

What do you do when a dog picks you to own him?

One day after a very long and hot summer day at work, I came out to go home and because of the over one hundred degree temperature I had left my car windows down in my Honda Accord. I opened the drivers door, and sitting in the drivers seat behind the steering wheel, was a dog, and tri colored border collie. He had apparently jumped through the window into the car, I figured either because he was confused and lived nearby, or was one of those dogs who just loved to go bye,bye, no matter who's car they got into.

He had a collar on, and I looked at it, and there were tags that siad he had had all his shots, but nothing with is name, his owners name, or an address or phone number. Not one piece of information that would tell anyone where he lived or who he belonged to.

The area that I worked and lived in was a very small community that had one gas station, a couple of stores, a livestock feed store, and quite a few people who were all animal lovers, a lot of horse people, 4H'ers. I thought, well, he has to belong to one of these places around here. I reached in to grab his collar and encourage him to get out of my car. I wanted to go home. When I did this, and told him to get out, he jumped over into the passenger seat and very quietly growled at me.

"Oh Great, this is what I need, a dog that won't get out of my car.", and I got just a little bit angry at the problem, for I had worked a good ten hours, and was tired. I walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and again told him "Out boy, get out". The dog could not have looked more disinterested. I was quite sure he understood me, but just refused to obey.

Well, I would just have to take him around with me tomorrow, on my day off, for I was planning to go horseback riding. I would find out where he lived.

As long as I did not try to remove him from the car, he did not growl, so off we went home. When I pulled into the driveway, I stopped off at the horse corral, threw the horses some hay, and out he jumped as if he knew where we were.

The next day I got up early and threw a saddle up on my horse, and went to every other house, stopping and asking if anyone knew where this dog lived. I thought if I went to every other house, a neighbor would surely know if the dog belonged next door and it would save time. There was no time saved, for nobody in the whole community seemed to know where this dog had come from.

Well, it looked like I had a dog, for he followed me from room t room, loved my kids, loved the other animals we had, and didn't even bother the chickens, except to herd them into the coop from time to time. Looked like I was either stuck with him or he would have to go to the pound. I was vetoed about the pound by my boys. I had a dog.

Lucky It Had to Be

What was I going to call him? I finally told the kids it had to be Lucky, for he was surely Lucky he got into my car not someone elses.

So for the next three weeks, Lucky Dog did not let me out of his sight. If I went to the store, he was outside when I came out, and if I did not take him to work with me, he would be outside work, or again in the burning hot car when I came out.

Then, it happened. Almost one month after he came home with me, a man in a white welding truck came pulling up into my yard, slamming on his brakes and making a cloud of dust as he slid to a stop behind my car.

"There you are you miserable no good piece of crap dog!!" and with that he picked the dog up one hand grabbing his collar, the other a handful of fur at his rump and slung the dog into the back of his truck. With this he said, "I'll tie you so you won't ever get off that chain again, never!!" he screamed. The dog cowered in the back of the truck, and I felt really bad for him. I stopped the man long enough to let him know I didn't approve of his treatment, and just got another tirade of cuss words, letting me know that he was fit to be tied with this animal running away. He also showed me his paperwork, for he was indeed a papered AKC Border Collie, and the man had paid a goodly $500 for him.

With this, he left, speeding out of the drive, not even stopping at the street. At the next corner was a stop sign, which he did stop at, and after that I could only hear his truck revving up the street and out of range.

It had not been more than one to two minutes, and the dog was back, panting and barking at me happily. "Oh boy, are you ever going to get it". Apparently when the guy stopped at the sign, the dog jumped silently out at the first corner past my house and was back lickety-split.

I did not know what would happen after this. I went to work the next day, and the dog did the same thing he did, and the man did not come back.

He did not come back for at least another two weeks. And so it went for about six or eight months. About every two or three weeks, the man would come, slam the dog angrily into his truck, and the dog would return, either right away, or however ong it took him to escape from his former owners.

Now the peculiar thing about this was that I never did find out where the man lived, for he did not want to tell me for he seemed to think that I was somehow stealing his dog away. Occasionally, we would run into one another at the store on the corner, for it was a small community. At these times he would approach me and say, "Why are you stealing my dog "Gizmo". By this time, I had had about enough of this guys b.s. and I would return to him with, "that isn't your dog gizmo, that is my dog, 'Lucky dog'. With this he would always want to prove this one way or another, and we would do so by him telling the dog, "gizmo, get into the truck", Then I would say "Lucky Dog get in" and the dog would jump into my car through the window, even if he had to squeeze through a partially closed window. Sometimes the dog would be waiting for the cue and all I had to do was snap my fingers at him and he would sail into the car.

The man got angrier and angrier. One day he told me he was going to call the police and have me arrested for stealing his dog. At that I returned, "Go ahead, and I will tell them you cannot keep your dog out of my yard and you owe me for six months worth of dog food.

Then One Day it Happened

   My landlord came one day, and knocked at my door, and asked me if it were OK for a friend of his to store a small trailer, near the front of the property.

   I agreed, not seeing the harm in it.  That weekend the man with the trailer was there fixing it up for he was taking it somewhere.  There, with him was a dog that looked just like my Lucky Dog.  While I was down caring for the horses he came over and started talking to me about Lucky.  As it were, his dog, a female, was in heat, and he wanted Lucky to be a dad.  Well I explained to him that it wasn't my dog, and beside that, he had rather irritated me because he had not told me his dog was in heat until long after Lucky had been let outside, trying to get them to breed for free.

   I told him no, and took Lucky inside.  The next morning, the trailer was gone from the front of the property, and to my dismay, Lucky Dog was also no where to be found.  I called my landlord, and he said that his friend had left to go to Arizona, and that he was sure he wouldn't have taken my dog for he was a fine christian man.  Well, the day ended, and Lucky did not come back.  In fact, the week, then the month was over, and still no sign of Lucky Dog;  I was heartbroken that I had allowed that man to kidnap this dog from me.

   Then about three and one half weeks after he had been taken, there was a scratch at my front door.

   I answered the door, and there stood my Lucky Dog.  He looked horrible.  He was dirty, thin, and his feet were bleeding.  When he saw me he howled and jumped all over me.  Apparently, the dog had escaped and came all the way back from Arizona, a good 600-700 miles from my house.  He was a mess, he was hungry, but he sure was glad to be home

   The second half of this story will come out as another hub very soon 

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Lisa 5 years ago

Dear Diana,

Would you pls save Bug from such a terrible owner? He does not deserve such a good dog. Why don't you report him for abusing the dog? What if the dog dies in this lousy man's hands? I hate people who treat their dogs badly.


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Larry Fields 5 years ago from Northern California

What a lot of people don't understand is that dogs can be much more than just pets. Loyalty, good manners, and affection are qualities that we appreciate in our friends. I'd say that you and your Border Collie friend are both lucky.


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DTroth 5 years ago from My Little Hole In The Wall, HubPages, USA

Beautiful, but sad, story.

Nearly the exact same thing happened with me and "Bug." Bug had been very clearly abused and had two severely broken off fangs on one side of his mouth and purposely knife sliced ears for identification as well as sore ribs were he was probably kicked, when he showed up on his own at my house. The "owner" saw him in my yard with my other dogs one day and called the sheriff, which I asked him to do cuz I thought they would give a sh%t about this poor dogs plight of abuse. Instead, I was threatened by the small town cop, who had no business outside of city limits where I live anyway, to be jailed and taken to court if I didn't give this 'poor' (abusive) kid (he's 20 something) his dog back. I'm thinkin' the town cop must be this kids daddy/brother.

I haven't seen Bug since. I know he's chained up now. I heard the kid tell his daddy/brother cop that he'd chain him up when he got home. He lives about 1/4 a mile away from us across the pasture and down the hill and when the wind blows from the West, I can hear Bug barking...all through the night, until somebody (probably the kid) from the house goes out and shuts him up, usually followed by a yelp or a series of yelping. It's heartbreaking. I had Bug for 7 weeks, and he did all the things you said Lucky Dog did, followed me EVERYWHERE and he listened so well. I taught him to not go potty in the house as well as sit and speak and shake and lay down...all in one day. Brilliant dog. A whole heck of a lot smarter than the kid and his daddy/brother cop put together!

I'm sorry for the long comment. It definately hit a nerve with me!

I look forward to reading part two and I'm following you now so I won't miss it! Great writing. Voted up and beautiful and awesome. (:

Maybe my Bug will have a part two also...and even one with a happy ending! I haven't seen him for 2 weeks now. :(

be blessed,

Diana


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marcoujor 5 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

What a beautiful story~~ loved it and voted UP... thank you!


me 5 years ago

I got a tri colored border collie named Lucky! How funny!


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K J Page 6 years ago from Pacific Northwest

You just woke up memories of our black and white Border Collie - Rover -

They are herders! Amazing dogs.

Many years later we had another collie - a lassie - muscular, gold and white - another herder and much in demand in our rural community with sheep herders - and King - like your dog disappeared once - to return in the same shape as your Lucky. Great read!!!!! Thank you


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lifelovebeauty 6 years ago from PA

LOVED this story. How amazing. I am so glad Lucky came back to you - reminds me of the movie Homeward Bound. I guess it really does happen in real life :) I have a border collie - aussie pup that we rescued and she is an amazing dog. Thanks for posting this. :)


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Peggy W 6 years ago from Houston, Texas

This is a great story! Hope that original owner never again appears. Lucky is a good name for him! You are OBVIOUSLY his chosen owner and companions for life.

My mother-in-law had a border collie and everytime we would visit her with our dogs, Wendy would herd them in the yard and even in the house. Instinct with border collies. They are also one of the most intelligent breeds.


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ddsurfsca 6 years ago from ventura., california Author

Lucky had some very specific and odd habits also. He was an escape artist for one, but he loved to herd anything. He herded the chickens into the coop, he herded my horse in circles, he went across the street to the ranch there, and did the only thing he ever did that embarressed me to no end. He would go out and look for their cattle, gather them up and herd them onto the people's patio and keep them there. The man came over one day and asked me is that was my dog, and I told him NO, he's a pest isn't he -- he belongs to a man with a white truck--HA. They never run out of energy. I do feel for your lab, but maybe he will grow out of a little of it. How old is he? OH-- and one thing that will help is obediance training. Gives their mind something to work on. Start with come, sit and down and go from there. I swear, they learn anything. I put a towel on my fridge door and he woul open it and grab me a beer.....


Anywhere Gardener 6 years ago

Can't wait to hear more. I have a newly acquired Border Collie which I got as a puppy from the pound about 9 months ago. He drives my other two dogs crazy, a 120 pound black lab/shephard mix and a Australian Shephard/lab mix.

The Australian Shephard is older and in control and she won't let Tucker, the Border Collie near her. But Sammy Boy, the huge lab is such a sweetheart he lets Tucker ride him around the yard, his front paws on Sammy's shoulders and running along with his back legs, he also grabs with his teeth onto Sammy's neck fur. Not until Sammy gets really fed up will her turn on him to shake him off.

I'm going to take Tucker for a walk to try and burn off some energy now and give the other two some peace for a while. Burn off my turkey dinner at the same time.

He also loves to dig holes, a puppy thing I guess? But the strangest thing I've seen is he puts his two front paws in their water dish and as it turns a brown muddy color he splashes in it and tries to bite the water splashing up in his face. And its not like its hot or anything out, it is 49 degrees and drizzling out. Then he tires of the splashing and hauls both empty water dishes and all the dog food bowls out into the middle of the yard. Every night when I go out to feed them I have to hunt them down. I try to keep water in shallow planters and various items around the yard so they don't go thirsty while Tucker plays his antics. He is quite the funny little guy!

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