Arkas

F�dt 181197 - D�d 150908

Arkas kom til meg i januar 1998, en liten sort-hvit bylt som elsket � gi mamma'n sin nusser, som var utrolig flink til � bli husren til tross for mange kuldegrader ute, og som underveis til � bli voksen nesten spiste opp en sofa. Godt sofaen var gammel sier n� jeg.

Han var en typisk Border Collie med alle de oppturer, nedturer og s�regenheter det medf�rte. Enten var han kjempeglad i deg eller s� likte han deg ikke, og det m�tte vi ta konsekvensene av gjennom alle �r. Jeg skal v�re den f�rste til � innr�mme at jeg valgte feil rase og at jeg gjorde mye feil i oppdragelsen, men det livet vi levde sammen fungerte for oss, jeg tror ikke han hadde det mer vondt enn andre hunder der ute.

Vi trente en stund p� gjeting, men kuttet det ut fordi det ble for langt � kj�re, og treninga derfor ikke fikk noen utvikling. Istedenfor gikk det en del p� hjernetrim, han kunne betydningen av utrolig mange ord, bl.a. p� alle sine leker, og vi moret oss med noen f� hjemmelagede agilityhindre p� sommeren.

Arkas sovnet hos veterin�ren mandag 15. september 2008. Den hardeste avgj�relsen i mitt liv...

Born 111897 - Died 091508

Arkas came to me in January 1998, a black and white bundle that loved to give his mother kisses, that was incredible good at becoming house trained despite of lots of degrees below zero, and that on his way to becoming an adult almost ate an entire sofa. A good thing the sofa was old...

He was a typical Border Collie with all the ups and downs and distinctive characteristics that comes along. He either liked or disliked you, something we had to take the consequences of. I'll be the first to admit that I chose the wrong breed and that I did lots of errors while training him, but we lived a life that worked for us, and I don't think he had a worse life than many other dogs in the world.

We trained herding for a while, but we had a long drive getting to the farm where the training was, and because of that Arkas didn't get the chance to develope his skills. So we tried to let his brain work with other things, he knew the meaning of lots of words (for instance he had a word for each of his toys), and we had fun with a few home made agility obstacles during summer.

Arkas was put to sleep at the vet Monday September 15, 2008. The hardest decision in my life...