Jordyalan Border Collies - Border Collie Breeders, Victoria, Australia.

"He is your friend, your partner ,your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader, He will be yours, faithful and true To the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion" Author Unknown

One Dog Quote A Month For A Year DOGS are not our WHOLE life, but they make our LIVES whole. - Roger Caras ALL Knowledge, the totality of all QUESTIONS and all ANSWERS, is CONTAINED in the DOG. - Franz Kafla Until he extends his circle of COMPASSION to include all LIVING THINGS, man will not himself FIND peace. - Dr. Albert Schweitzer They are better than human beings - because they KNOW - but do not tell. - Emily Dickinson Every boy should have two things: a DOG and a MOTHER willing to let him have one. - Robert Benchley A DOG has the SOUL of a PHILOSOPHER. - Plato Thou art TRUE and honest as a DOG. - Sir John Davies A DOG is like an eternal Peter Pan, a CHILD who never GROWS old and who therefore is ALWAYS available to LOVE and be LOVED. - Aaron Katcher I hope if a DOG ever takes over the world and they choose a KING, they don't just go by SIZE, because I bet there are little DOGS with some GOOD ideas. - Marc- Christophe There is SOMETHING to be said at how QUICKLY a DOG makes friends in comparison to a HUMAN. - Anonymous MAJOR: Born a DOG, died a GENTLEMAN. - Epitaph on a dog's grave in Maryland Don't always keep your DOG on a LEASH if you WANT him to be attached to you. - A. Willametz To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door -pet nose height... Dear Dogs and Cats: The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest. The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run. I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm. For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bath room for years -- canine or feline attendance is not required. The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough! And, to pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door: To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets: 1. They live here. You don't. 2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it "fur"niture. 3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people. 4. To you, they are an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly. Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they: 1. Eat less 2. Don't ask for money all the time 3 Are easier to train 4. Normally come when called 5. Never ask to drive the car 6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends 7. Don't smoke or drink 8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions 9. Don't want to wear your clothes 10. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and... 11.If they get pregnant, you can sell their children THE POWER OF THE DOG By Rudyard Kipling There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart for a dog to tear. Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie-- Perfect passion and worship fed By a kick on the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear. When the fourteen years which Nature permits Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits, And the vet's unspoken prescription runs To lethal chambers or loaded guns, Then you will find--it's your own affair-- But--you've given your heart for a dog to tear. When the body that lived at your single will, With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still); When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone--wherever it goes--for good, You will discover how much you care, And will give your heart for a dog to tear. We've sorrow enough in the natural way, When it comes to burying Christian clay. Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent. Though it is not only the case, I believe, That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve: For, when debts are payable, right or wrong, A short-time loan is as bad as a long-- So why in Heaven (before we are there) Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear? Our Topper (1996-2005) enjoying the sunshine with our Coco Just A Loan An angel came to me one day, A ball of fur in hand. The angel gave the ball to me, As we stood there in the sand. She said to me, "It's just a loan, For only a short time." She told me she would return one day, For the ball of fur wasn't mine. I looked down at that ball of fur, Two eyes stared back at me. I fell in love upon that day, As I held it close to me. Time went by and my love grew, As close friends we became. Then I hugged that ball of fur, Life was never again the same. No matter where I found myself, My friend would be there, too. Then one day the angel came, I didn't know what to do. She said that now the time had come, To take my friend back home. I watched her leave with tear filled eyes, As I remembered "It's just a loan" Author: Hoyt Northcutt THE DOG'S DIARY 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 PM - Dinner! My favorite thing! 7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! THE CAT'S DIARY Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed Hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the Rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep Up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I Had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly Demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending Comments about what a"good little hunter" I am. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed In solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear The noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to The power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it To my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my Tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this Again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the Other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special Privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to Return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards Regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have Arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For Now... Images by www.pixypixels.com
A Dogs Soul Every dog must have a soul, somewhere deep inside Where all his hurts and grievances are buried with his pride. Where he decides the good and bad, the wrong way from the right, And where his judgement carefully is hidden from our sight. A dog must have a secret place, where every thought abides, A sort of close acquaintance that he trusts in and confides. And when accused unjustly for himself, He cannot speak, Rebuked, He finds within his soul, the comfort he must seek. He'll love, tho'he is unloved, and he'll serve tho'badly used, And one kind word will wipe away the times when he's abused. Altho' his heart may break in two, his love will still be whole, Because God gave to every dog an understanding Soul! Unknown The Life Of A Puppy This morning, I woke up & kissed my dad's head. I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed. "The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great." Then I thought about breakfast," I hope it's not late." Mom took me outside, we walked for a while. This never fails to make Mama smile. I sniffed of everything, that we did pass, I ate something weird - it gave me gas. I'm sure God loves me, I know that is true. He gave me so many great things to chew. Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care. What I truly like best, is Dad's underwear. That obedience book, was sort of yummy. Though it didn't sit well on my poor puppy tummy. I threw up a bit, but that was all right, When Mom found it later, I was well out of sight. I made streamers of T. P., while running at full speed. Mom is pretty quick -- but I was still in the lead. I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past, She stopped-shook her head, and breathed, "You're too fast." Mama later phoned Daddy, and said, "It was frightening!" That afternoon, she was sure I'd pooped lightning. She'd sat at the computer, while I chewed the cord, She thought I was mad, but I was just bored. When Mama had enough, couldn't take anymore, That's when my tushy got shoved out the door. I love it inside, but outside is best. Lay in the cool grass, and had a good rest. That didn't last long, there was too much to do-- Can't quite remember where I hid Daddy's shoe. I found an old bone, and scratched at a flea, I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a tree. I barked at the kids, when they got off the bus. I can't figure out why this makes Mama fuss. I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind. I barked and barked, till Mom yelled, "COME IN." The sun dipped in the west-soon Daddy would come! I sure love my daddy: we always have fun. I barked at my daddy, then turned on my charms, I woo-wooed, "Hello," then jumped in his arms. Sitting under the table -- it's sooo hard to wait. Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate. I raced through the house, and scattered my toys, Ricocheted off the furniture, and made lots of noise. Mom found her purse - the one I abused. Daddy let loose a chuckle. Mom asked "Amused??" I cowered down low, I must be in trouble. Dad said, "Wasn't MY boy, it must be his double!" Mom turned off the TV, and said,"Time for bed." Dad said "Let's go boy," and patted my head. I got in my spot, between Mom and Dad, I thought 'bout my day and what fun I had. Mama kicked out my bone from the covers below, Then let loose a sigh -- a sigh deep and low. She gave me a kiss, and snuggled me tight, And whispered so softly, 'My darling goodnight'. Unknown Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man, without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human ashes is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain,a Dog. Lord Byron Just a word about one of the greatest genetic creations on the face of this earth . . . the Border Collie. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall fences in a single bound. The dog that all sheep talk about but never want to meet. The fur that legends are made of. Makes coyotes cringe, sheep trip the light fantastic and eagles soar somewhere else. Invested with the energy of a litter of puppies, the work ethic of a boat person and the loyalty of Lassie, they ply their trade on sagebrush flats, grassy fields and precipitous peaks from sea to shining sea. "Away to me!" I command. They streak and sail, zipping like pucks on the ice. Black and white hummingbirds, in out, up down, come by. Sheep. With head up, one eye cocked over their shoulder asking directions. To the gate through the race. Mighty dog moves behind the bunch like a towboat pushing barges around a bend. And heart. Do they try? "Just let me at'em, Dad!" Stay! "C'mon, I'm ready!" Stay! "Can't you feel me hummin'? Listen to my heart, it's purrin' like a cat! I am primed! Aim me, point me, pull the trigger!" "Away to me!" It makes me feel like Robin Hood. He leaves my side like an arrow. Workin' dogs is like manipulating a screwdriver with chopsticks. Like doing calligraphy with a plastic whip. Like bobbing for apples. Like threading a needle with no hands. Like playing pool on the kitchen table. There are no straight lines in nature. Only arcs. Great sweeping curves of sight and thought and voice and dog. Always having to lead your command about a dog's length. Sheep bunched like logs on the river. Dogs paddling in the current, always pushing upstream. A ewe breaks loose. Then another. Another. The log jam breaks. Dogs and sheep tumble about in the white water. Calm again, they start back upstream. Border collies. Are they truly smarter than a chimpanzee? Cuddlier than a koala? More dedicated than Batman's valet? Can they change course in mid air? Drag Nell from the tracks and locate the missing microfilm? Yes. I believe they can. They are the best of the best, the epitome of 'above and beyond the call of duty'. Head Dog. Top Gun. I salute you, for man has never had a better friend. -Baxter Black Used with author Permission from his book "A Cowful of Cowboy Poetry"
A Dog's Letter To God Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID´s, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand? Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please. Dear God: Are there postmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize? Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember - to be a good dog. 1. I will not eat the cats´ food before they eat it or after they throw it up. 2. I will not roll on fox muck, dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell. 3 I will not munch on 'leftovers' in the kitty litter box, although they are tasty, they are not food. 4. The nappy bucket is not a biscuit barrel. 5. The sofa is not a face towel´ neither are Mum and Dad´s laps. 6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff. 7. My head does not belong in the refrigerator. 8. I will not bite the officer´s hand when he reaches in for Mum´s driver´s license and registration. 9. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad´s underwear when he´s on the toilet. 10. Sticking my nose into someone´s crotch is an unacceptable way of saying 'hello'. 11. I don´t need to suddenly stand straight up when I´m under the coffee table. 12. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after. 13. I will not throw up in the car. 14. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt. 15. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when we have company. And, finally, My last question . . . Dear God: When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?