#purebred border collie

[moodybrunette-blog]

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[chronicsheepdrawing]

It was my mom's birthday yesterday and to surprise her I dedicated the day to reading her favorite novel, Pride and Prejudice, and writing down my thoughts as I read for her to look at once I finished; I don't think it's personally my thing but I'm glad I did so anyway and I now have a better understanding of something she loves.

Anyway Mr. Darcy seems like he'd be a Border Collie and I can't explain why.

[skekteksfurby]

Me: Erin Hunter, which one of these is Beetle and which one of these is Thorn?

Erin Hunter: yes

[uchuujin-chan]

i will post about my dogs now (co-owned with @dickchef)

1) GARAK deep space canine v tierkreis; 7mo Canadian KC belgian malinois, show prospect and service dog prospect. excellent little mama’s boy. loves berries & cream & working for the jute tug. tries to delay bedtime by flopping “calmly” on the human bed and batting his eyes

2) GWENDOLYN ; 3yo ABCA border collie. service dog, sport dog, life companion & literal human. the most driven dog ever. finds every hole in your training and exploits it with a smile. understands full sentences. extremely sensitive. best friend is a golden retriever

3) ARROW ; 14yo “mcnab dog” cross (BC x bully). agility dog, 4H ring dog, childhood dog, sibling. loves to chase the waves at the beach and pull seaweed out of the ocean. has always been watchful; was born wise, serious, and hardworking. guarded 2.5 acres surrounded by woods for 10 years

[calochortus]

Bolder Collie by Chris Johnson Via Flickr: Star climbed a big boulder for this one

[evilvillain123456789]

i was starting to get jealous of my purebred border collie, because he's prettyer than me, plus, more likeable, better at herding the flocks, and housebroken. so i gave him an opiate addiction on purpose.

[woah-uhuh-uhuh-uhuh]

BMC characters as purebred dogs

my Extremely biased takes feel free to contest dlkfjdsklf

JEREMY: brown poodle (or doodle)

curly + gangly + get that bitch some contacts

(the squip shaves him)

MICHAEL: black shiba

hes just a sweet little guy. very round face. he also would have been all over doge when that was a thing

(if i had to cast for michael in an actual show about dogs though, he would be an old english sheepdog. thats just his archetype. a goofy tan pitbull would also work)

CHRISTINE: border collie

decently pretty but kinda average dog breed... not as silky and girly as the girls (see below). she's so full of love... definitely gets zoomies and will rip a hole in your drywall but you will forgive her

BROOKE: shetland sheepdog

beautiful flowing blonde hair but surprisingly tiny up close and actually has the sweetest little eyes. i trust her.

(alternatively shes this afghan hound)

CHLOE: rough collie

shes like brooke but huge and elegant. they walk around together looking like this

JENNA: papillon

mostly the hair but also shes somehow even smaller than brooke and everyone thinks shes yappy

RICH: bull terrier

stacked and tiny. one and a half feet of whoop-ass. i wont yield on this one actually. i'm right.

JAKE: boxer

athletically sleek. could beat up a human man. orange. what more could you want?

SQUIP:

[fennthetalkingdog]

I think I've managed to pin down that my breed is at least husky adjacent! 🎉 I don't know if I'm a purebred or mix, but I at least know that husky? Husky is me! Like, when I picture myself as a dog, I definitely get the vibes that I'm mainly black and white, no major colors. And I'm definitely a big dog. And also basically everywhere's general description of a husky—intelligent, energetic, playful to the point of making trouble, prone to making weird sounds instead of straight up barking, and really dedicated when they want to be—really fits me. It's at the point where when I see husky mixes in general, I see them as a brother breed or something cause they're "close enough" 😅

But I'm not entirely, completely sure of anything else (other than the fact that my tail can curl up, which is almost any kind of husky or husky mix lol). For some reason, my eyes are drawn to border collies, though? And husky-collie mixes look cuuuuute. But I'm not completely sure about that either, so I guess stay tuned?

In other news, learning that I'm a dog therian has made me act more doglike? I don't know what it is, but even though I'm still in-tune with my usual catlike behaviors, I'm definitely feeling more in touch with my dogginess. I visited a friend's house recently and immediately beelined for their dogs, and I got so into playing tug-of-war with one that I was growling and shaking my head along with her, hehe. It's also got me feeling a little self-conscious sometimes, but that's not something particularly new so I'm just trying to push through it! 💪

[border-collie]

I got Moxie and Ever's diversity results in! Moxie actually did better than I predicted since she is pretty line bred and she comes in soundly average on their bell curve. Ever on the other hand came in WAY more diverse than I expected nearing the most outbred population they have documented at -.14 with the most outbred being -.17. Ever's results are surprising because even though she has a recent outcross in her pedigree, I know that dog was phenotypically a purebred border collie and his sire was pedigreed so only the dams lines are unknown (but she was also said to just be an unregistered border collie.) Additionally, a lot of Ever's relatives are frankly popular sires and decedents of them.

[felid-thoughts]

I'm tired of the "Adopt Don't Shop" crowd.

Adopting is great. There are hundreds of animals in need of homes waiting in overcrowded shelters. So many end up euthanised. It is incredibly rewarding to be able to take these animals out of these situations and give them the home and love they deserve.

However, adopting isn't for everyone. Despite what people may try to tell you, it is actually difficult to find purebred dogs outside of certain breeds, at shelters. According to a study by the National Animal Interest Alliance (NAIA), in the US just 5% of shelter dogs are purebred. Taking away the American Pitbull Terrier (a commonly misidentified breed) and the Chihuahua (a leading import dog for relocation programs) that number drops to 3%.

That number is even smaller for cats as breeds and showing are far newer concepts in the cat world. 95-99% of the total cat population is of no breed - descended from the plain old moggies bred as companions or as rodent control.

Of the purebred animals in shelters, the vast majority are backyard-bred.

Ethical breeders breed because they are passionate about the breed and want to uphold breed standard, function and temperament, and allow other people the joy of having such an animal as a companion.

Ethical breeders ensure good health and temperament through genetic testing/screening, early socialisation and long discussions with potential adopters to ensure the animals are set up for success.

Ethical breeders also take back animals they produced if, at some point, adopters find they can no longer keep them. This means that for an ethically bred animal to end up at a shelter, the breeder must have shut down or the owner be oblivious to the option of returning them. That or the situation leading up to the animal's surrender was rushed or complicated.

As a result of the lack of purebreds and lack of ethically bred animals in shelters, shelter animals are largely unpredictable in temperament. Despite the whole "it's not the breed, it's the upbringing" thing a lot of people like to spread, temperament can be influenced by breed.

Genetic markers can cause different behaviours in dogs, just as genetics can cause different behaviours in humans. The difference between dogs and people? dogs have been selectively bred over generations for different behaviours, resulting in inherited behaviours.

Different breeds can behave differently as a result of breed-specific genetic markers. It's the reason Border Collies tend to stare and may nip, Pointers may automatically point without being taught, Terriers tend to have a high prey drive, etc. Obviously, there are always exceptions, but breed does generally influence behaviour.

When you take a mixed breed or poorly bred dog, these behaviours are hard to predict. You don't know what inherited behaviours they may have because you don't know their breed percentages. Some people choose not to adopt but to purchase from a breeder because they want to be able to predict certain behaviours.

For example, if someone wants a family dog that can get along with cats and children, they may want to avoid Hound or Terrier breeds as they tend to have a higher prey drive. If they were to go to a shelter and adopt a mixed breed, they could end up coming home with a Hound or Terrier mix unknowingly.

Health is also a factor. While yes, shelter dogs often have a wider gene pool, they're also typically backyard-bred or unintentionally bred. There is no health-testing/screening or behavioural analysis going on prior to breeding. These animals, while yes, they have a wider gene pool (are "less inbred") and may have a decreased chance of congenital defects resulting from inbreeding, they also have a larger chance of inheriting certain medical or psychological disorders, and they're getting the hereditary problems from both/all breeds in the lineage. The worst of both/all worlds. This is a problem especially in designer "breeds" such as Doodles (Poodle mixes), which I've found are being surrendered in higher numbers in my area at least.

When you adopt from a shelter, it's like trying the lottery. Will you or will you not end up with a dog with a ton of hereditary disorders? Meanwhile, ethical breeders will be knowledgeable about the health predispositions of the breed and have their breeding animals genetically-tested/screened to ensure they are clear before breeding them.

People may go to an ethical breeder because they want health stability.

Ethical breeders are not contributing to the shelter animal overpopulation. Ethical breeders are needed for as long as people have different lifestyles and families. Ethical breeders are needed for as long as people want almost guaranteed health.

There are huge differences between dogs from puppy mills/BYB, dogs from accidental litters, dogs from ethical breeders, and dogs from shelters.

We should focus on getting rid of puppy mills/BYB (unethical breeders) rather than attacking a person for wanting a dog from a responsible/ethical breeder.

[blackwolfstabs]

Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @fantasylandbitch

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Red Border Collie Kirby, German Shepherd/Wolfdog Sam, and Siamese cat Mindy take on the wilderness as an unpredictable trio.

fandom: Scream // Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey!AU characters: Kirby Reed, Sam Carpenter, & Mindy Meeks-Martin a/n: this fic is basically a scene taken from the film Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey (1993) and writing it with the 3 Scream characters listed above. because of this, Kirby, Sam, and Mindy are NOT animal shifters, they are strictly written as if they were ONLY animals to begin with (of course my creative ass could come up with a whole Scream universe where most, if not all, the characters were animals haha) that said, i DO NOT own the movie and have purposefully written this for one of the best people in the world (@fantasylandbitch)

Kirby Reed - Red Border Collie Mindy Meeks-Martin - Siamese Cat Samantha Carpenter - German Shepherd Wolfdog

A night in the wilderness wasn’t exactly ideal for the trio that had endured it, even if they were animals. Sam was the most instinctively reactive, due to her being part wolf. Kirby was the most reliable as far as tracking and problem-solving, given that she was an FBI K-9 and a purebred border collie. And Mindy, well… she was the only cat, and she wasn’t exactly in-touch with her wild side. She was more of a house cat with a mouth that could put anyone who dared to try her in their place. She was quick-witted and a fantastic strategist but strictly in a domestic or urban realm.

The night hours in the forest had been filled with noises and unwanted thoughts, pressing all three to stay alert and even encourage Mindy to retreat from her place in a tree to be close to her canine companions. If any menacing animal crossed their path, they’d hoped that Sam’s wolfish appearance and nature would fend them off. Luckily, all had gone smooth, and with the sun starting to glow in between the trees, Kirby had been the first to get up and search for some food. After all, they hadn’t eaten for over 24 hours now.

Sam and Mindy were still asleep in the small corner of fallen branches and logs that were clustered together. Mindy had tucked herself close to Sam’s side, while Sam was semi-curled around her, both peacefully indulging in the dreamworld. It wasn’t until Mindy’s long tail started to curl and flick her canine friend’s muzzle that one of them started to be drawn out of sleep.

Sam’s ears and lips twitched, but she didn’t move, seeming to think that it was just a part of her dream. But then it happened again, something soft and feathery stroking her nose. She tried to move her snout away. When it happened a third time, she growled in frustration and drew her paw over her muzzle. She felt her pads meet whatever was tickling her nose, but the minute she tried to paw it away, a startled noise jolted her awake.

Mindy jumped to her paws with a pained yowl and yanked her tail free. She whipped around, fur bristling. “Watch where you put those big-ass paws, Sam!” she hissed.

The other just blinked at her sleepily. “Then watch where you put your long-ass tail,” she retorted.

The she-cat sat down to groom herself, replying in between licks, “I didn’t mean to, I was dreaming…”

She just received a groan.

Before they could engage in anything else, Kirby trotted up from beyond the trees to round them up. “Alright, guys, rise and shine.”

The only feline straightened from her short grooming session. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” she grumbled flatly.

“I’ve found our breakfast,” the border collie reported, tail wagging.

At the mention of food, Sam raised her head, and her ears perked. “You went hunting?”

The other shook her head, “Nope. Not yet anyway.” She met Mindy’s blue eyes, “We’re gonna need your cat reflexes.”

The appointed shrugged, “Can do.” She then raced past the eldest canine, who looked back to the last member that was still lying down.

“Come on, Sam,” she encouraged, already turning to lead the two to her discovery. “I’m surprised you weren’t up sooner. I thought you’d be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed by dawn.”

Sam bit back a groan as she pulled herself to her paws and followed her. “Never. 7:30’s the earliest… and that’s on a good day,” she replied, to which she earned a chuckle.

Kirby’s spot was only a half mile away, except it wasn’t a spot. It was a lake. She knew cats always had a taste for anything they could hunt, plus the only cat was Mindy. She was easy to please. However, she remembered Sam being very specific about things, whenever they were in K-9 training together. “Mindy,” she called her to attention.

The siamese hopped up onto the neighboring rock, “Don’t worry, I got it.” She crouched down and stared into the rippling surface, her crystal eyes steady for any sign of shimmering scales. While Kirby was still and patient, any sign of prey vanished at the vibration of the other canine across the way prowling the bank.

Mindy’s tail lashed in annoyance, while Kirby barked over to her. “Sam, be still! You’re scaring all the fish away!”

Sam leapt away from the lake and galloped back to where they were. She slowed to a trot as she came up with her head lowered. “Sorry, I was just trying to help…”

“It’s fine,” Mindy replied, then went back to concentrating, “Just nobody move.”

The pair of canines waited patiently, both watching the way their feline companion crouched like a statue, the tip of her tail the only part of her that twitched. And then, when they thought breakfast would turn into lunch, she swiped a paw into the water and hooked out a trout, which she tossed in Kirby’s direction. “Snap its neck!” she ordered.

The red border collie pounced immediately and snatched the fish in her jaws. She felt bones crack and the body go limp as she bit down, but she made sure to shake it to make sure it was dead. “Thanks, Mindy,” she spoke around her mouthful of scales, carrying it to a dry spot.

“Yep!” The she-cat crouched down again, on the lookout for her next victim. “Are you ready, Sam? You gotta be quick, because they’re slippery.”

“Mm-hmm,” the other nodded.

“I warn you, because you can be clumsy with those paws sometimes…” Sam gave her a small warning growl, to which she carried on. “Okay, found one! Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Fetch!” Mindy scooped up the next fish and flung it out of the water. But of course, it didn’t land where it was supposed to. Instead, it went completely sideways, out of the intended receiver’s reach.

“Mindy!” Sam barked, having to jump up from where she sat and hunt down the fish flopping around in the grass. For something born and built to only move in water, it was able to manage missing the shepherd’s trained paws.

Over yonder, Kirby glanced up from her meal and licked her lips. “That’ll wake you for sure, right?” she teased, recalling her comment from earlier. 

But the younger dog wasn’t listening as she snapped at air and chased her writhing prey, without looking up to see where it was leading her. For someone that had a split pedigree of herding and hunting, she looked ridiculous. She could’ve sworn that Mindy had done this on purpose, because that was just the kind of cat she was. She constantly messed with her brother, Chad, but because she and Tara were dogs, they were intentionally put in certain positions, just for her amusement. She didn’t care for canines like her brother did and often thought of them with the typical stereotypes, but the two sisters were different. They were all really close. That was why she could get away with teasing them.

“Watch where you’re going, Wolfie!” 

She heard Mindy’s meow over the distance that had grown between them. “I… am,” she answered in between snaps. “You… should… watch where you… fling it next time!” And just as she thought she was about to have it, she crossed paths with two bear cubs nosing around some brambles. The fish flopped into their space, which made Sam slam on her breaks.

“That’s not good…” Kirby abandoned her breakfast to race over to where she could warn off any trouble.

However, Sam wasn’t about to back down from a couple of cubs. She was half-wolf, and she had just made a fool of herself trying to chase down a stupid fish. She was not about to just give it up like that. So, when the bears turned in her direction and grumbled from being disturbed, she held her ground. She barked with a territorial snarl intertwined.

A ways behind her, she heard Kirby call out to her. 

“Sam, get away from them!”

Then Mindy piped up.

“You’re gonna get mauled!”

But a wolf never backed down, especially when prey was involved. At least that’s the way it was in her bloodline. Her father, Billy Loomis, was a pure-blooded wolf, and if she ran away from this, she’d never hear the end of it. “I made a fool out of myself, chasing this thing all the way over here,” she objected, “There’s no way I’m just gonna walk away.”

One of the cubs gave a small roar as they stepped towards her, and she took that as a threat. Her fur bristled, and she bared her gums, snapping her jaws and letting a few aggressive barks out. And to her luck, the pair cowered away and scurried up the nearby trees. She chased them to make sure, then returned to finally win-over her fish. The wolfdog picked it up and shook it around, like Kirby had done. She carried her head high and trotted towards the others, like she was a show dog. “See? They’re only cubs. They don’t stand a chance against wolves,” she crowed.

Mindy rolled her eyes. “Half-wolf,” she corrected.

But Sam just shrugged it off. “Yeah, tell that to all of the trainers that gave up on me because I’ve ‘got too much wolf’ in me…” That’s why she never made it to any field of service in the canine working class. Her coat favored more of her german shepherd side, but she had many wolfish tendencies and characteristics. Plus, she was huge for a domesticated dog. 

Kirby’s ears perked as the body of a 6-foot bear strode into the clearing. And it didn’t smell friendly at all… not that any bear typically did, but this must’ve been the mother of the cubs Sam had scared off. She was going to warn her, but Mindy beat her to it.

“Uh, Sam?” Her pupils dilated, and her fur began to bush. “Y-you might wanna hurry over here… like right now.”

The hybrid dropped the fish and cocked her head. “Why?” 

A loud, outraged roar bellowed through the wilderness, scaring birds out of the trees and all of the fish to the bottom of the lake. It made Sam jump and the fur on her spine stand up. She spun around to meet razor, yellow fangs and foaming spit dripping from a grizzly bear’s mouth. Her ears flattened, and her tail instinctively tucked in between her legs. “Oh shit…”

The FBI K-9 by the bank barked and dashed forward. “Sam, run!” Mindy was already hauling tail in the other direction, which meant she was in the clear.

Sam leapt backwards as the mother bear swiped at her, yelping as she did so. A flash of red and white fur blurred her vision, and she heard Kirby’s defensive barks get in between her and the predator.

The bear roared and went for the smaller canine now, who guarded her companion. However, the two had similar motives when it came to being protective. Sam lunged forward and grabbed the collie’s scruff to pull her away and out of reach. She was actually small enough to where she was able to carry her, but she didn’t seem to like that very much.

“Okay, okay, I got it!” Kirby twisted in her hold, already trying to reach the ground with cycling paws. “Just go, and don’t look back!”

So, Sam dropped her and gained enough speed to catch up with Mindy, the three leaving the lake, the bears, and that tricky, slippery trout far behind.

Little did they know, that was only the start to the wild adventures they were about to embark on during this homeward bound journey…

merry christmas beth!!! you have been one of the most amazing people i've ever met and i'm so honored to call you my friend. watching Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey with you was one of my best memories this year, and it's all thanks to you. stay true, stay beautiful, and stay you. 🩶 happy holidays, my fellow wolf warrior! 🎄✨🎁

- parker (BWS)

[uchuujin-chan]

critical trek characters as purebred dogs

kathryn janeway: doberman. stoic, independent, forward, self-sacrificing, dramatic. looks good in formal wear

kira nerys: american bully. extreme drive and focus. low frustration tolerance + reactive tendencies. endurance and work ethic. big jaw

spock: GSD (working line). intelligent. loyal. versatile. all of the capacity and drive. surprising refinement. also, pines after one person as a lifestyle

beckett mariner: belgian malinois. lives at 100 all the time. gets herself into and out of shit in the same step. all bark all bite

tom paris: american foxhound. surprisingly reasonable. however will disobey a direct order without a second thought. has weird fixations. light on his feet

weyouns: papillon. delicate body, large ears, watery eyes, lovable, pitiable. follows authority figures & dances for their pleasure

seven of nine: border collie (working line). not work? irrelevant. focused, driven, always observing and looking for new information. so so sensitive

[sdentii]

Surprise! Shinichi isn’t actually a purebred Kishu Ken!

The opportunity of him being part border collie was too good to pass it up, so while he mostly looks like a Kishu, he actually got some collie traits!

[dykelawlight]

I love how you portray fem Light as a destructive, intelligent dog in your last fic.

Thank you VERY much! Light in a domestic setting to me truly is like, the purebred Border Collie you should never have gotten who now resides in your too-small apartment and psychologically manipulates you into giving her cheese by determining what personal property is most important to you and threatening to destroy it while it's within your eyeshot. She's the worsttttt but also you're the one confining her in an environment where she can't exercise her skills (serial killing) so who's really to blame?

[bilbao-song]

if elo was dogs who would be what kind of dog

im so glad this is a hot topic atm

jeffrey: some kind of poodle mix (affectionate). maybe poodle x golden retriever. wait isn’t that a goldendoodle or something

richard: golden retriever

bev: german shepherd obviously

hugh: mini pinscher

mik: perhaps a fox terrier

melvyn: struggling w this one tbh. maybe a golden lab? border collie?

kelly: chihuahua w fleas

mike de albuquerque is a purebred standard poodle w lots of awards from various prestigious dog shows and roy is a very nice sheepdog

[stinkybrowndogs]

Some old concepts for a short web comic about dogs playing flyball that I never finished

Includes characters such as

Patches- mixed breed rescue dog, our main protagonist. Happy go lucky, determined and competitive. The Team leader who is trying to bring his rag-tag group of friends to victory

Cleo: a sassy French bull dog. What she lacks in athleticism she makes up for in personality.

Hank: the labradoodle with the identity crisis. He’s dealing with some internalized toxic masculinity, and must learn to embrace his “girly” poodle parentage

Lemon: a very shy and timid pyr shepherd. She has to learn confidence and conquer her fears to help her team win the “big game”

And on the opposing team:

Echo: border collie and main antagonist. He’s an over-confident bully who is used to being the best. He has to learn to be a better friend and that winning isn’t everything

Hans and Frans: 2 purebred, champion line whippets, imported from Germany. They are always together, difficult to tell apart, and have funny accents.

Guido: the mini American shepherd. He’s just a little guy. Maybe neurotic, perhaps a little unstable. Has taken it upon himself to become Echo’s personal little henchman

The basic plot is that patches must lead his motley crew to victory, through the power of friendship. The dogs r also gay ect ect