In the summer of 2004, my best human friend died suddenly, my best and only dogfriend of life, my golden retriever, died of cancer, and the best man I have ever known, my father, also passed away.  In the middle of all this, I fractured my foot and also lost my other life's passion, golf.  Having lost my mom at a very young age, I knew there was a long road ahead to recover from this unbelievable summer. 

I recalled having seen a person run a course on a series of commands with a black and white dog on ESPN Animal Planet. I also recalled a similar type of dog doing a frisbee show at halftime at a New England Patriots game.  During that difficult summer, these faint brief memories flashed to me and research was then required.  

THE BORDER COLLIE.  Upon reading, it was apparent that this breed was the dog equivalent to ME! Only much smarter.  As a former owner of Siamese cats, and current owner of an African Grey parrot, the Border Collie seemed to be the smartest, most neurotic, most athletic, most communicative, heart-aware, and special dog in the world. As a result of this research, I knew at once I needed a Border Collie.  So at my desk with my broken heart and a boot on my broken foot, I searched endlessly for my new best friend. 

At that time, we had three wonderful rescued retired racing Greyhounds. As lovely and royal as these dogs were, training one for this fascinating sport of dog agility didn't seem to be the thing to do.  The Greyhound rescue people will tell you, they rescued us, not the other way around. I needed to be rescued by a Border Collie - to find a new teammate in life and sport. Even though I had been advised to find a puppy from a breeder, I would ONLY consider a rescue, so we could rescue each other. 

I found there were THOUSANDS of misplaced "BC's" in shelters or in foster care. Border Collies, it turns out, are not born trained; they are dogs with genius that requires some management and love. So when people realize this, too often the dogs end up being given up.  I had a hard time passing up many hundreds of candidates encountered during my search, until I found a complete goofball picture of a tri-colored 9 month old Border Collie named Keele.  

It was love at first mouse click.  I soon advised my wife that, in 2 days' time, we would be driving past hundreds of Border Collies to travel into the mountains of rural Virginia near a place called Hungry Mother State Park.  Over five hours just to see a rescue dog we'd never met.  My wife, being accustomed to my single-mindedness about some things, agreed.

 On arrival in Virginia, my life was forever changed. Keele ran to me and sat in front of me, turned his black and white face with copper highlights on me and I was owned. On the drive home, we spent five hours in the back of the van getting to know each other. He was much gentler, more lovable and calmer than I had expected. 

For a few days..... Keele bonded with my young Greyhound in seconds and they played racing and herding games in my yard that still make my heart race when I think of them today.  In an open field, the hound strode away at 45 mph to Keele's "lowly" 35 mph, but in the woods and around trees, Keele could catch up with him using the natural agility and athleticism only a Border Collie could possess.  

So Keele came into our home while I was still mourning my losses. Keele knew something was wrong. His behavior was a bit erratic so I called, Myra, Keele's lifesaver from the AMBCR. She explained to me that Keele was upset because he knew I was, and he felt helpless.  It was now time to go to work - we had bonded.  But I had to pretend to Keele that I was okay. Border Collies can't be fooled, so I actually had to be okay, FOR A DOG!!! He saved me. 

We went to basic obedience class, this was the first time I ever took a dog to a class, and I was 40 years old!  I felt very bad.....FOR THE OTHER DOG OWNERS!! Keele blew them away. He was begging to learn and to please me - he learned the first time he was shown something.  We repeated what we learned at home and expanded on it with CLICKER training. For a Border Collie, this took takes about the time it takes to throw two treats on a floor and click.  There are books on this, but it took Keele about eight seconds to equate the 50-cent clicker with the piece of turkey, and its meaning," that's correct and I love you" with...CLICK. 

So I introduced a jump and a tunnel in my yard, he took to it like duck to a pond except for one thing.  I failed to consider squirrel to tree.  Keele would leave my one sorry homemade jump and tunnel to chase a squirrel up a tree. It's something his herding-prey drive still adores.  We had to take the next step - distraction training. 

It was ironic that an ADD human, I had to take my Border Collie to distraction proofing but this has been the key to his life and performance career since.  Keele's priorities became ME first, and only after or if I gave him a release command, did Keele think about squirrel or anything else. He was so struck by this training, I wanted to take this class every day, and so I did. On my own.  I would ask Keele to stay in an area outside or inside, and make him wait various intervals and then recall him from a point further and further away. It was like playing hide n' seek. When he found me, we would wrestle and get all silly and he'd get treats (after a click) It was great fun for us both and remains a staple of our training and fun, as the two must be intertwined for the trainer and the dog. FUN!!!  Now I play this game with five herding dogs at a time and live to retell this love story about how it all started with Keele.