A good dog is a Blessing from God
In Memory
In Memory of
Chip #2 (a.k.a. "Chip" & "Chipper")
Reg. No. ABC 96549
09-25-1996 ~ 09-09-2011
Sire: Sagebrush Wally ABC 29893
Dam: ImpMoelLynda ISDS 201136 (Welsh Import)
Chip was a sweetheart of a red Border Collie that weighs about 35
pounds. During her career as a stock dog for us, she had three
healthy litters of pups. Several of her pups became working stock
dogs, and a few went into agility. Unfortunately we did not keep
one of her daughters back then, as we thought she'd have more
litters, but Cancer changed that plan.
Chip's mother was a small framed dog imported from Wale's and
Chip took on her dainty features. Her dad, a big 60 pounds, once
kept a cougar treed one night. Both parents of Chip's were red with
white, and good working dogs from working bloodlines that are
natural "heelers".
Chip, even though dainty, had her fathers constitution and showed
no fear of varmints that wonder into the yard nor around cattle.
She was quick and could move troublesome cattle, even when she
was at 13 years of age! One of her favorite jobs was filling the alley
way with cattle for pour-on's, weighing, and shots.
And whenever one of us went outside...we never walked alone, she
was not only just a cowdog, she was a family dog. She lived a long
life for a cowdog.
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In Memory of
Chipper
I lived my long active life joyfully with family hugs, pets, "Come Bye",
and "Way To Me".
With "Look Back" and "Easy Girl" I rounded them up and headed
them out, which only added more to my glee.
I lived for nipping at reluctant bovine heels, the rush, duck, and dodge
of kicking cloven hoof.
The appreciative praise to a risk taking, hard working cowdog...I
clearly understood.
I loved the night watch of the farmstead, leaving proof of trespassing
varmints
laying at
the back
door.
I loved
moving the
livestock
into the
alley to the
chute,
could
hardly wait
for the
words:
"Chip, I
need some
more".
I loved the horseback trips out to the pasture, especially when I wasn't
told to "stay home".
I loved the petting, brushing, hugs,
attention, when we just stayed put, and
didn't roam.
When I became arthritic and hard of hearing, you understood my
reluctance to nip the cow heel.
And we got by with some sign language when I started staying in
closer to your own boot heels.
The shadow of our walking together, was shared with loyalty many
years upon the ground,
Now the shadow has changed to a lonesome figure, without these
four more legs of mine abound.
~ A good cowdog is a Blessing from God ~
Way To Me = go right
Come Bye = go left
Easy = move up to the stock slowly
Look Back = go back for stock behind
I Need Some More = bring more into the alley
Chip is
missed,
all-
ways...
Don't cry for me to long, when you "Look Back"...missing my paw
prints with your boot prints on the ground.
I'm just waiting patently beyond blue sky, in a place where there are
many other bovine hoof prints to be found.
One day again our tracks will meet, as our heart felt friendship will
never really end,
Where under God's Love and Glory...we can "Way To Me" and "Come
Bye" once again.