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Archive for April 4th, 2005
Monday, April 4th, 2005Friz B. Dog
Dogs love jobs. I met a dog the other day who has two. Mr. Friz B. Dog is a wonderful mix of golden retriever and collie; he has the cute factor of the golden and the herding drive of the collie. Friz certified as a therapy dog several years ago. His owner takes him to hospitals and nursing homes to offer unconditional love to those people who need it the most.
On Friz’s days off from working in therapy, he lives in a comfortable home bordered by a large yard and trees. He shares his home with several cats, an albino scrub jay, and a pond of goldfish and Koi. And chickens.
Friz loves the chickens. The chickens are Friz’s second job. They reside in a spacious enclosure in the back yard. On a recent visit out to Friz’s house, his owner led me out to the chicken enclosure.
“Would like to go see the girls?” She asked Friz. He bounced on his front feet, barked madly, and did several impressive 360 degree spins.
Friz’s owner unlatched the chicken pen gate and Friz sprang into action. He raced around the outside of the enclosure to the back, and hunkered down a distance from the gate. The chickens clucked and moved away from the big dog…out the gate. Friz wagged his tail. He waited until the last of his girls had left their pen, then trotted after them. He moved them into the back yard, keeping them together by weaving side to side and occasionally mouthing a chicken that wandered too far away from the group. He moved them to the azaleas; then to the Koi pond; then to a gravel path; then back to the azaleas. After about ten minutes, Friz herded the chickens back toward their pen. He expertly guided them through the gate and then ensured that they all ended up in the hen house at the far corner of the pen. He never took his eyes off the chickens until his owner closed the gate and announced “the girls have gone to bed now.”
Friz wore a satisfied smile, collie ears cocked up with a fold at the tops. His whole demeanor was one of joy. Dogs love jobs.