Blogging Baby Book: the effect on our dog
A mere two years ago Ellie, our Australian Shepherd, was a pro. She hit the agility course running and never looked
back, executing jumps through hoops, long curving runs through tunnels, and leaps landed perfectly on top of
6-foot-high ramps or even tree branches. She passed her sheep herding instinct test with flying colors, corralling an
escaped sheep twice her size. She would jump five feet in the air and make a half-turn to catch her Frisbee, just
because she could.Now she spends most of her time laying under Binx’s high chair, waiting for cheese to fall.
This morning I found her perfecting her new role as a lump, laying sprawled in the sun in the backyard barely breathing. My husband commented that she’d begun to resemble Burt Reynolds in the beginning of the ‘70s classic film Smokey and the Bandit. She desperately needs someone to come tell her that a dogsled full of Coors is needed and she’s the only one who can deliver it.
Or course, this is an exaggeration (lest you think you need to contact the ASPCA). We do take Ellie on long walks in the park nearly every day, including running time in the
off-leash area. But it’s nothing like the activity level and mental training level we used to offer her. And
she does eat so many graham crackers and avocados, she’s actually beginning to ignore her bowl of dog food.
Having a baby around has deeply affected her in several ways. Physically is just one. Her role in our pack has
also changed in some subtler-than-expected ways. She’s clearly not as high up in the pack as Binx, who eats above
and before her. But she’s also more responsible for the pack’s safety, and seems to understand that he is
the smallest and most vulnerable, even though he's "higher" than her.
In the past six months we've
seriously improved our activity level with the dog. The first months of his life were crisis mode, and now we are back
to a more livable exercise level for Ellie. But I know our new configuration – and new energy level – has
changed her life forever. Sometimes she looks at us glumly like What have you done? We had such a good thing going.
I just smile and tell her again that when Binx gets big enough, they are going to have awesome times together.
There’s a lot more running ragged in her future, including more trips to the park and beach than she could ever
imagine. We just need to make it to the day when Binx can walk and throw things at for her.
That’ll be great. Right?












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4-24-2006 @ 8:32PM
Mandie Christenson said...Defintely. Our Australian Shepard, Tilly, is 7 mo our daughter is 6yo. You can imagine the excercise, squeeling and herding going on in the yard. Last night our daughter announced "Tilly is the bestest buddy ever!!" "The kid and the dog" is a happiness I didn't expect.
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