Between the wails of agony you scream "WHY??? Oh Whyyyy!".
Ranger gets car sick. It is ugly. He paces, pants, whines, paces, pants, whines, paces, pants, whines, pants...you get the picture.
So we crate him. Then he just pants and whines....CONSTANTLY. Thus, copious amounts of rescue remedy and anti anxiety drugs from the vet are a requirement.
I love to travel with the B-Girls. They just pile into the back of the car together, chew on bones and are well behaved and quiet (once we get on the road). Ranger is a whole 'nuther story. I would rather stick needles in my ears.
We were planning on leaving Ranger with Vicki for the weekend - but her new puppy came with kennel cough and we didn't want to risk Ranger getting sick too. (insert big sigh here). So he came along...drat.
Brynn was very happy to see us.
Brynn was very happy to see Beth
She was ecstatic to see Bonnie.
All three of the girls love to RUN...until Ranger gets in the way.
What is it about boys?
Why do they feel they need to harass girls?
Sometimes boys just need to be told off. (click on picture for larger view)
They just can't get it through their head until you rip it off. Jeeesh...men!
But once you stand up for yourself - they give you the respect you deserve. Until they think they can get away with it again.
It is good to look over your shoulder with Ranger around. Just sayin'...
Because he is sneaky that way.
Ranger has an affinity for pretty girls. He can spot them from a mile away.
Like a moth to a flame...he gets sucked right in.
Especially this pretty girl
Jaenne's beautiful red merle border collie Mo. You can read more about Mo on Jaenne's blog HERE. What self respecting male dog wouldn't be enamored by her pretty blue eyes.
Mo just wanted to watch the sheep in peace.
Ranger got closer and closer to her...
Until....Mo let him know how she felt.
Ranger didn't get the message...so Mo sent it stronger the second time.
Poor Ranger...all alone. It is better than way...trust me.
While we were at Dianne's it would be a shame to not give Ranger a shot on her sheep. The least we could do was provide Dianne with some comic relief. I told Dianne three things were going to happen...Chase, Bark, Pee. In that order.
Ranger was going to notice the sheep...
...after some coaxing & encouragement.
Then he would CHASE them. (Pictures like this make me hold out hope that perhaps...maybe somewhere buried deep in his thick skull is a tiny bit of instinct. For a moment his tail was down and he looked like a real border collie).
Next Ranger would BARK at the sheep. Chase, then Bark. In that order...
He might circle ... a little.
Flanks? HA HA HA! What flanks...
Apparently Ranger feels the need to tell the sheep off. After he is done giving them a piece of his mind - his job is finished. His attention wanders...he has much more pressing matters to deal with.
Like a typical male...he needs to leave his mark. Right on the wall.
Herding sheep Ranger Style. Chase. Bark. Pee. *Sigh*
Even the sheep were laughing.
That's okay Ranger....even though we would like to choke you
We love you.