Comments on: Ace the Wonder Dog http://www.allisonpeacock.com/2009/04/ace-the-wonder-dog/ ...loves to laugh. Mon, 30 Aug 2010 07:47:45 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Allison Peacock http://www.allisonpeacock.com/2009/04/ace-the-wonder-dog/comment-page-1/#comment-83 Allison Peacock Tue, 12 May 2009 00:49:18 +0000 http://www.allisonpeacock.com/?p=677#comment-83 Great, great story. I have an Aussie, too. They're truly intuitive and very, very talented. Great, great story. I have an Aussie, too. They’re truly intuitive and very, very talented.

]]> By: Tzviah Idan http://www.allisonpeacock.com/2009/04/ace-the-wonder-dog/comment-page-1/#comment-80 Tzviah Idan Wed, 06 May 2009 10:15:04 +0000 http://www.allisonpeacock.com/?p=677#comment-80 This story really resonates with me. I once adopted a street dog in the very touristy city of Tiberias on the Sea of Galilee, close to all of the sites of Jesus' ministry during his three years in Galilee. This was about 16 years ago. This dog was a beautiful Australian shepherd - mix, with a real working dog attitude -- and cute as a button. A friend who managed a restaurant on the Boardwalk would feed her and other strays, and as I would eat lunch there a lot, I got to know this dog and felt a real bond with her. An unspayed female, she seemed to have a constant sexuality about her that had all the male dogs followed her around in a daze -- when not in heat -- or perhaps she was just their ring leader. She was so smart that she would sneak into the back of the local hotel kitchens and wait to be fed by animal-loving staff or steal food on her own. After a few months my friend tried to convince me that I was the perfect person to adopt this dog and I finally took her home for a trial. It took only one day for me to realize that we understood each other perfectly. She immediately started carrying herself with the pride and dignity of a loved dog-- tail and nose up in the air, and a 'look at me, ain't I wonderful' attitude -- something no street dog can do well. The first time I walked her downtown and over to the restaurant -- all the "regular" customers, who should have recognized this dog, did not -- they asked me where I had bought this lovely purebred bitch and would not believe that she was the same street dog. Because of her seemingly endless l attraction to other dogs, I named her "Easy". Easy would walk to work with me, which was at the local tourist information office. She wasn't allowed inside the building so I would leave her on the grounds of the surrounding park. Foreign tourists would remark over the dog who seemed to herd them over to our office door. I worked an 8 1/2 hour day so Easy would disappear for hours on her own routine, make the hotel kitchen rounds to see if anyone would feed her, and who knows what else. If I wanted her to come to me I only had to think, "Easy, come here" and within 5 minutes she would be standing by the office door. Probably because of her instincts as a herding dog, I only had to think something, and she would do it. Training her was intuitive for both of us and completely effortless. Something happened once that I will never be able to explain.... Maya, my young niece, took a bus from Tel Aviv to Tiberias to visit. She is also an animal lover and she and Easy were great pals. She had no idea how to find my office so I told her to speak to the woman at the Information window at the bus station, who would provide her with instructions, and even a local map, and would also phone and give me a heads up. I was waiting all morning - no phone call. Suddenly my niece appeared at the office door together with Easy. She told me that when she got off the bus, Easy was waiting for her at the station and led her to my office. The bus station is a good quarter mile from my office. If anyone can give me a logical, "rational" explanation for this, I'm eager to hear it. I prefer to think that Easy could read my mind. When I had to travel overseas for almost a month I left Easy in the care of a young girl who lived on the kibbutz where I stabled my horses. She was riding and training one of my horses. By the time I returned to Israel the two of them had bonded so closely that I could not in full heart bring Easy home. Every time Talia was at school or away and I was at the setables, Easy would find me and things would be as always, but once Talia was in the picture, I was obviously second choice, so I choose to leave them together. Thanks for listening. Tzviah Idan This story really resonates with me. I once adopted a street dog in the very touristy city of Tiberias on the Sea of Galilee, close to all of the sites of Jesus’ ministry during his three years in Galilee. This was about 16 years ago. This dog was a beautiful Australian shepherd – mix, with a real working dog attitude — and cute as a button. A friend who managed a restaurant on the Boardwalk would feed her and other strays, and as I would eat lunch there a lot, I got to know this dog and felt a real bond with her.
An unspayed female, she seemed to have a constant sexuality about her that had all the male dogs followed her around in a daze — when not in heat — or perhaps she was just their ring leader. She was so smart that she would sneak into the back of the local hotel kitchens and wait to be fed by animal-loving staff or steal food on her own.
After a few months my friend tried to convince me that I was the perfect person to adopt this dog and I finally took her home for a trial. It took only one day for me to realize that we understood each other perfectly. She immediately started carrying herself with the pride and dignity of a loved dog– tail and nose up in the air, and a ‘look at me, ain’t I wonderful’ attitude — something no street dog can do well. The first time I walked her downtown and over to the restaurant — all the “regular” customers, who should have recognized this dog, did not — they asked me where I had bought this lovely purebred bitch and would not believe that she was the same street dog.

Because of her seemingly endless l attraction to other dogs, I named her “Easy”. Easy would walk to work with me, which was at the local tourist information office. She wasn’t allowed inside the building so I would leave her on the grounds of the surrounding park. Foreign tourists would remark over the dog who seemed to herd them over to our office door.
I worked an 8 1/2 hour day so Easy would disappear for hours on her own routine, make the hotel kitchen rounds to see if anyone would feed her, and who knows what else. If I wanted her to come to me I only had to think, “Easy, come here” and within 5 minutes she would be standing by the office door.
Probably because of her instincts as a herding dog, I only had to think something, and she would do it. Training her was intuitive for both of us and completely effortless.
Something happened once that I will never be able to explain…. Maya, my young niece, took a bus from Tel Aviv to Tiberias to visit. She is also an animal lover and she and Easy were great pals. She had no idea how to find my office so I told her to speak to the woman at the Information window at the bus station, who would provide her with instructions, and even a local map, and would also phone and give me a heads up. I was waiting all morning – no phone call. Suddenly my niece appeared at the office door together with Easy. She told me that when she got off the bus, Easy was waiting for her at the station and led her to my office. The bus station is a good quarter mile from my office.
If anyone can give me a logical, “rational” explanation for this, I’m eager to hear it. I prefer to think that Easy could read my mind.
When I had to travel overseas for almost a month I left Easy in the care of a young girl who lived on the kibbutz where I stabled my horses. She was riding and training one of my horses. By the time I returned to Israel the two of them had bonded so closely that I could not in full heart bring Easy home. Every time Talia was at school or away and I was at the setables, Easy would find me and things would be as always, but once Talia was in the picture, I was obviously second choice, so I choose to leave them together.
Thanks for listening.
Tzviah Idan

]]> By: Allison Peacock http://www.allisonpeacock.com/2009/04/ace-the-wonder-dog/comment-page-1/#comment-66 Allison Peacock Wed, 22 Apr 2009 22:46:46 +0000 http://www.allisonpeacock.com/?p=677#comment-66 I'm so glad you liked the story. When we allow deep communion with our animals it can be so rewarding! (Except when they awake us in the middle of the night. Bad, Lucky!) Hugs, Allison I’m so glad you liked the story. When we allow deep communion with our animals it can be so rewarding! (Except when they awake us in the middle of the night. Bad, Lucky!)

Hugs,
Allison

]]> By: Pierre http://www.allisonpeacock.com/2009/04/ace-the-wonder-dog/comment-page-1/#comment-61 Pierre Sun, 19 Apr 2009 17:20:32 +0000 http://www.allisonpeacock.com/?p=677#comment-61 Truly a lovely story! Enjoyed it much! Have had my cat "Lucky" for nearly 5 years now...a nice presence when I get home in the evening...waking me up at least once in the middle of each night...for food or to get outside... At times my mood reflects in his eyes...he can be very expressive but not as emotional as the female Boxer I had years ago...Tekila was her name... Truly a lovely story! Enjoyed it much!
Have had my cat “Lucky” for nearly 5 years now…a nice presence when I get home in the evening…waking me up at least once in the middle of each night…for food or to get outside… At times my mood reflects in his eyes…he can be very expressive but not as emotional as the female Boxer I had years ago…Tekila was her name…

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