Once a herding dog?
Price has a white head. As if that weren't what some consider "bad enough," he has one blue eye and lop (or what I call "helicopter") ears. The black lines around his eyes that are considered "good" in white-headed dogs are only partial and, I swear, it makes me dizzy sometimes to look at him straight on. It's kind of like looking at one of those swirling spirals used to hypnotize or trigger a seizure. A ewe was harrassed, chased and bitten all the way down the fetch line at a trial I once attended. Not surprisingly, she ended up fleeing into a wide, shallow creek that ran alongside the field. I took Price and waded in to get her. In one spot alongside the creek, someone had piled a huge mound of loose, sandy soil. Oh course, that's where she went next. The ground was deep, so it was hard for her, but she was still trying to escape. When I flanked my dog to block her, it put him dug into the steep downhill side of the sand pile with the ewe between us. I was trying to get my hands on her without falling into the creek and she was trying to jump. Every time she started, Price took one, big, determined and perfectly lateral step to block her. Without ever coming forward, his eyes never left hers while he stopped her again, and again, and again. To this day, it remains one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. The argument has already been won by those far more intelligent than I am, and I'm not going to touch on the detrimental effects of breeding to an arbitrary standard. But I know beauty when I see it.
My wife’s grandpa had a saying I have never forgotten when we were talking horses…pretty is as pretty does. I am now a firm believer in doers rather than lookers. Another saying I like is, it costs the same to feed a good hors as a bad one.
ReplyDeleteThank you Karl, and then there's my personal favorite; "The best thing for the inside of a man is the outside of a horse."
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