Fenway's Park

Simply The Best!!!

2010-02-17T12:25:00.003-05:00

For once, I'm not talking about myself.

I'm referring to Mango and all his Group Judges who put so much time and effort into making Mango Minster 2010 the event of the season. Such excitement, such camaraderie and such generosity with the wonderful prizes.

And let's give some high five paws to Niamh's mom for sponsoring the Train Your Dog Photo Contest. What a wonderful idea and one that encourages excellence and team spirit.

Finally, a shout out to all 2,500 Westminster competitors. My pal Airley won Best of Breed for border collies for the third year in a row! That's like the trifecta, dude. You looked really cool in the ring, too...just gettin' it done like a pro. We love the doberman's performance in the final showdown—actually we really loved the handler.

But my heart went out to Sexy Sadie, the winning Best in Show Scottie.

I just have to wonder how our puppies would look.

Snowpocalypse

2010-02-06T15:28:00.002-05:00

I'm sure by now all my friends around the U.S. and maybe even the world at large have heard about the humongous amount of snow that is hammering my 'hood. Yep, the Nation's Capitol— Washington, DC—is gettin' blizzarded with a predicted 30" of powdery white stuff.

The locals are calling this Snowmagegddon, Blizz-kreig, Snowtorious B.I.G. and my favorite, Snowpocalypse.

It all started yesterday morning. It's mid-afternoon and it's still coming down! Whoopeee for me, cause you all know I love to swim. In fact, my Herding Group entry picture in the awesome Mango Minster contest shows me dock diving on a lovely summer day.

We're months away from even thinking about a swim. But I took one look outside, put on my thinking cap and invented a new sport—snow swimming!

Watch the fun I had at 8 am and see for yourself how much white stuff has blanketed my world. Oh, and that's my long-time girlfriend Caña who came down the street to play.

Like me, she likes it rough!

Bigger Than Big!

2010-02-03T11:48:00.005-05:00

Bow WOW, y'all!

Ms. Alpha just informed moi that OC zeroed in on my name and chose me for the Herding Group Winner over at Mango Minster's joint!

I do not take this honor for granted. As you know, I have a career in the show ring and am working my paws off in what little free time I have on my agility skills, obedience focus and rally chops. But this honor...well (sniff..sniff) means SO MUCH to me. Better than bones, to put it in perspective. To quote Sally Field, "You like me! You really like me!!!"

I love all the competitions, classes, training session and the like, but blogging is what satisfies my "inner Fenway". Border collies, being so smart, need an outlet for their creativity. I am so happy that I pawed my way into the DWB universe. What a swell bunch...highly amusing, and you always bring a smile to my muzzle.

I am overcome with pride and reflect on all my hard work!

After all, what is a border collie without work?

(Answer: C R A Z Y )

And guess what? My good fortunes got even better and my cup runneth over. It snowed some more last night!!! My favorite. And my good friend, Caña the border collie, came over to call me out for a bxw romp in the new snow.

Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?

Yep...time to get down.....

.....and play Bitey Face!

Let's see if she can keep up!

I think she's trying to flirt with me!

So I will flirt back!

We got the hots for one another!

And when you're hot, you can always eat the snow!!!!

It's Show Time!

2010-01-26T15:18:00.015-05:00

The prestigious Annapolis Kennel Club dog show was last Sunday and let me give you one guess how Ms. Alpha mapped out my day.

But more about Moi and my VICTORY another day.

I thought it would be far more interesting to take you back stage at a dog show. Actually, there is no stage as such...there are many rings surrounded by the grooming areas. Here's how it works: about 10 adjacent rings are set up in the middle of a big building. At any one time, many different breeds are being judged simultaneously in their respective rings. Usually, a certain ring will be set aside for a certain group: working, toy, herding, sporting, non-sporting, hound, terrier and the miscellaneous class. Some of those names seem a little odd to me. For instance, do non-sporting dogs just lay about? Why can't I play with a toy dog like it's a stuffie? And are miscellaneous dogs, like, whatever?

It's kind of interesting when we herding types get in the ring together. We must all line up, just like everyone else. And then we have to go around the ring, following the leader. Let me tell you—this is so totally contrary to our nature. Hello! We are herding dogs and want to put anything with a heartbeat in a tight little corner! We have to stride around the ring "with purpose". I guess that means we have to trot like we're on a mission and have an actual job to do. My little trick is to visualize an actual sheep loose in the ring. That makes me trot quickly—not run or gallop—"with an economy of movement", my head down, my tail strung out behind me and looking like I'm all business. And true to Fenway's star quality, I grin from ear-to-ear, just like Mickey Mouse. Ya gotta play up to the judge and crowd, too!

Here's a little photo tour of what goes on before the actual show time. Basically it's hours (about 2 at least!) of washing, combing, fluffing, clipping, filing, blow drying, primping, picking, trimming, spraying and brushing. It was a little more demanding than usual because the weather turned drizzly and the grounds were muddy. Horrors! for the groomers who work to keep us tidy, shiny and glowing.

The lovely Standard Poodle is making her entrance!

Notice how her pom-poms are tightly wound up

in rubber bands, ready to be sprung into shape.

Piece by piece, this poodle's flamboyance

is coaxed into perfection.

I'd say Lady Gaga got nothin' on her!

This poodle is tied, coiled, and wrapped

like a sailboat's rigging.

More from the Poodle Grooming Central—

Since their primping takes like, forever,

the poodles have special chin resting pillows

so they can endure the endless boredom.

This boy looks like he's about to snap.

I just haven NO words for this.

It's beyond my comprehension.

And, get this, the dog doesn't seem to mind!

Would someone please throw him a frisbee?

This poodle didn't move for 15 straight minutes!

The Scottie's beard and chest fur fall like a curtain.

I thought these two shifty looking hounds were conspiring a getaway.

Happy dog, happy owner!

Do you think they kind of look alike?

I'd say they were separated at birth!

Yes, this spaniel's fur is real. No Photoshopping, either!

I think she looks a bit like Pipi Longstocking

with those ear things.

I think I mentioned the endless washing and soaking.

You would not believe the level of detail

for just our paws! Even our pawpads must be sparkling!

The results: perfection after about 2 hours.

It's a confection of bangs, ponytails, and whiskers,

all set off by the cutest little pointy ears.

Could he be mistaken for a stuffie?

I've heard Bedlington's are the hardest dogs to groom.

They must be shaped and brushed out like topiaries.

Our pal Rudy the Bedlington has been through this

and he's a Champion!

I interviewed this fellow and asked if

he was related to Maggie & Mitch!

This is my friend who is in the Junior Handler's program. It's a really great activity for kids and they learn all the skills and tricks about showing dogs. Some of them are so good that they will be going to Westminster. It's a great way for kids to learn responsibility, a skill, movement, and pride. Just look how good she is with her dog, who obviously adores her. They got first place in their group and finished very well in the final showdown.

That's it, folks. So next time there's a dog show in your area, tell your humans to go watch. They can meet all sorts of dogs, groomers, handlers and even judges. Everyone is super friendly and will gab endlessly about their dogs. It's real looney-tunes, but in a totally good way! Plus there are vendors who sell everything under the sun for and about dogs. Did you know your human can buy socks with dogs on them that look just like you?

Feelin' A Little Jumpy

2010-01-06T17:07:00.004-05:00

I jump for joy!!!!!

Times are tough, aren't they?

The news is relentlessly grim: jobs, economy, terrorism, wars, and the environment. It's been getting so bad that I grimaced all through December when I heard the words, "tis the season to be jolly".

My peeps are hunkered down, paring down to basics, gettin' real and living simply. I am very proud of them. They hardly complain even though Ms. A. could use a new pair of sneakers and Mr. A. hasn't seen a t-bone in a long while. The cold hard realization of just how much they DOhave makes them forge ahead, face the challenges and look at the bright side—steaks are artery cloggers and the sneakers still have treads.

Luckily for me, there has been no change in Mr. Fenway's lifestyle. That's where they draw the line. I get my fresh meat, liver, oils, special shampoos, conditioners, classes, vet visits and trial entries paid for in full. But the fact of the matter is that just being with them and playing is plenty good enough for me. We have a tight little family in Fenway Land and an endless supply of love.

Isn't that what it's all about anyway?

Ready to launch like an arrow!

I can jump and still keep my eye on Frisbee!

Now that's multi-tasking...

In flight!

I've got clearance!

I'm soaring above the jumps!

This is the best way to have fun!

Groomin'...On A Sunday Afternoon

2010-01-03T14:02:00.005-05:00

Baby, it's cold outside!

But before the arctic blast came there was mud, and plenty of it.

That crafty Ms. Alpha monitors the weather reports like buzzard on road kill...just so she can plan my activities in advance. So when the man with the map and pointer inside their telly-box said there were temps high enough to sustain life, Ms. Alpha took me over to the muddy school yard for a blow-out session of Ball Play followed by 'Gility and Jumps.

Oh, we had so much fun! When I got thirsty I could simply help myself to some left over snow piles. But the best part was getting all slathered in gooey mud. I even had earthy dreadlocks hanging from my undercarriage and smelled like dirt. Actually, it was a very healthy smell...just like the Great Outdoors.

Seriously, folks. I may have a part-time career as a show dog, but I can GET DOWN with the best of 'em.

I am now all spiffy and shiny. Ms. Alpha calculates I might stay that way for a while because all the mud is now frozen. I would really like to play a dirty trick on her, so if anyone knows how I can get back to normal, let me know!

(And, since I am a black x white dog, we thought a little bxw photography was in order!)

I really enjoy getting the Fully Monty of Beauty Treatments!

The brush feels like a luxurious belly rub.

My paws get special attention, otherwise I would

look like I was wearing furry bedroom slippers.

Ms. Alpha trims and shapes my

feet into a cute little button shape.

I'm just so kissably clean and don't mind showing off!

Holiday Cheer

2009-12-24T13:53:00.004-05:00

It's that time of year again! You know—when we precious Furred Ones are even more adored than usual. We get to eat, play and be petted and make merry.

This year, even Mother Nature decided to give me a personal present, and she really outdid herself. I mean, she pulled out all the stops.

I GOT TWO FEET OF SNOW!!!

My favorite thing is making like a bunny rabbit

and bounding through the deep snow.

I even invented a new sport—snow swimming!

Snow is a terrific way to clearly mark your territory, too, if you catch my drift. Humans are just astonished when they see our plentiful yellow artwork. I've always fashioned myself to be a canine Jackson Pollack and have perfected my technique, leaving my pee-mail throughout my 'hood.

The Alpha's put up a Christmas tree and there's even a section dedicated to border collies.

I love my mini-me ornament and hope that I am going to get my very own flock of sheep for Christmas since I've been a Very Good Boy.

I got to choose a Christmas cookie this morning for my Good Boy-ness. These are special cookies from my new friends in Sarasota, FL Wendy, Michael and their lovely border collie Nico. Thanks, guys!!! I am so happy you have joined The Fenway Project, a consortium of humans dedicated to making me happy. Welcome aboard!

These are my beautiful cookies presented

on a silver tray, fit for a prince.

My new friends really know how to delight me!

I am going to savor each and every one!

Yes, I've been a Very Good Boy up to the this morning when I had to become friends with Santa Claus. I really saw no good reason to sit still in a stranger's lap.

Ms. Alpha reminded me that when I behave, there are rewards for being polite. I knew that all along, but I still firmly believe in testing the humans.

The Christmas cookies put me in such a joyous mood that I eventually ended up cooperating with Santa Claus and allowed him to cuddle me!

Don't you think I deserve to get

that flock of sheep?

Let's Catch Up!

2009-12-08T14:08:00.002-05:00

I know it's been a long while since my last post, and for that I heartily apologize to all my friends, fans and followers. As usual, it's not my fault. I've got all the time in the world to spread my news, but Ms. Alpha's inbox is overflowing. This time I had to nag, howl and whine non-stop to get her to tap out this post. A shrilly bark-scream finally did the trick...

Let me bring you up to speed: I wanted to post on Thanksgiving to wish all my furry friends a great day of eating, outdoor fun and noshing on extra treats and leftovers.

Ms. Alpha tried to make the day a special one for me right from the beginning. She actually dressed me up for breakfast with a festive napkin!

This sort of thing doesn't interest me at

all and I immediately got my frisbee.

Let's go out and play!!!

To tell the truth, I'd rather play frisbee or Green Ball than eat!!! Please don't tell my Mama Dog, though. She's a world class eater and would be ashamed by my choices.

We actually did go out for a few minutes and then it was time for breakfast. My kibble, raw meat, cottage cheese, cheddar cheese and fish oil pill were carefully arranged on a turkey platter to get me in the spirit of Thanksgiving.

I couldn't help a little counter surfing to make sure

everything I was going to be thankful for was included.

And it was!

I played and played hard the whole day.

And then finished off Thanksgiving with a long

snoozilynap in the best snoozing place on earth!

I'm Officially A Good Boy

2009-11-17T10:23:00.005-05:00

Yep. Me. Fenway....aka Fenzie or Frenzy .

I've been deemed unruly, disrespectful, having a screw loose and unschooled. But that was a loooong time ago when I was Puppy Fenway and life was all about having fun and being loved.

Well, I still have fun, am loved, but I've got a new attitude, as the song goes.

Ms. Alpha took me to obedience classes and we diligently did our boring homework, week after week, and improved my focus, manners + rules. In class, I have to do a sit/down/stay for an awfully long time.

And get this! I even had to learn Self Control and Sit Like A Good Boy when we greeted other owners and their dogs. Let me tell you, that was painful 'cause Mr. Fen can start a play group as quick as a cricket.

This past weekend, Ms. A. took me to a fun match. I got to strut pretty and look awesome. The judges were duly impressed and not only gave me Best of Breed but a Group 2. That means I came in second in the entire herding group!

Ribbons = Rib Eye for Dinner!

Afterwards, the kennel club held Canine Good Citizenship tests and Ms. A signed me up right on the spot. What a piece of cake that test was. I have a vague memory of failing it in style last spring when I went Cujo on a lady with crutches and a little pug dog. That ugly! But all of that was a distant memory and I was Fenway the Affable, the Model Citizen, the Best Boy.

My official test form proclaims me Officially Good!

But I wasn't good enough to sit still for another photo session. That's when Ms. Alpha called on my stand-in Mini Me to pose with my ribbons.

Hmmm. Let me sniff this little guy and see what's up!

I can't forget to give the hinders a once over!

I think the little guy is trying to own my ribbons!

Now I've got the upper hand. His head's in my mouth!

Mmmm.....tastes like chicken.

The Sorcerer

2009-10-31T11:54:00.004-04:00

You got questions?

Fenway's got the answers!

Boo to you and

Happy

Howl-o-weenie!

A Cautionary Tale

2009-10-27T13:40:00.001-04:00

I have to tell you about something awful that happened to Monty, my dear lab friend. And I tell you and all your followers this sad tale so that you can learn and spread the word.

Monty was playing bitey face with his pal who got his lower jaw stuck in Monty's choke chain collar. Both dogs reacted by pulling and twisting in a frenzy of fear. I don't think I need to go any further with this story. All I can say is that my dear friend Monty, who is only 2 weeks younger than I am, is waiting at The Bridge.

Please, all dog owners: NEVER, ever use a choke chain collar except for training. NEVER leave a dog alone with one on or let your dog play with another dog who is wearing one. Also, don't EVER let your dog play with a harness on or let your dog play with another dog wearing one. Paws & legs get stuck in them.

Deep Thoughts

2009-10-27T11:35:00.004-04:00

I'm in a contemplative mood these days.

It all began with Ms. Alpha enlarging Fenway's Park, my personal agility stadium. It's conveniently located in my own back yard.

You see, I'm in training and we're working hard to do well in agility trials. I am a great student on my own turf, but tend to lose focus when we go to a contest. It's just so exciting—lots of dogs, noise and running, running, running. Nothing gets a border collie riled up like the sight of anything with a heartbeat that's moving. So I yip, yap, scream and shriek, thus losing composure. I have a lot to learn and a lot to think about.

So I am now enrolled in more classes than your average college student! Plus, Ms. Alpha is a volunteer teacher's aide so that I can sit in a crate and learn to relax while that class is in session. Boy, so I have a different agenda. I wonder who will win that round?

My biggest lesson is to learn how to focus.

Actually, I think I have a pretty intimidating stare—

just ask any sheep!

But that's not the kind of focus Ms. A. is after.

She wants moi to pay attention to her!

After focus, I need to learn about my body parts.

Yep...those are my hinders! I knew that all along.

Actually, I've been learning to control and power with my rear section without realizing it. That clever Ms. Alpha made me think all I was doing was playing and dock diving this summer. Actually, she was giving me lots of cross-conditioning with running, swimming, biking a quarter mile, leaping and jumping. It all seems like play to me!

You just can't convince me dock diving is a workout!

It's fun!

Hmmm....looks like I'm using the same muscles

when I go over my agility jumps.

I think Ms. A. is a clever coach.

So, stay tuned and follow my agility career. I have a lot of promise and a whole lot that I have to learn. But (tee hee) Ms. Alpha has waaaay more homework than I do!

And here's something totally fun to leave you with:

This is a photo taken with the new iPhone.

There's a great app that makes any picture look

like it's a miniature set.

Doesn't this look like a Little Fenway Land?

A Private Moment with Martha's Vineyard

2009-10-13T14:28:00.002-04:00

My family is getting ready to go home. But we couldn't leave Martha's Vineyard without making some beautiful memories of the island to take us through the long winter in suburbia.

The Alphas took me to Lambert's Cove, which is a private beach that is only open to the public after September 30. It's a lovely and wild place and we had it all to ourselves.

The day was warmer than expected so I just had to get in one last swim. My Alphas are sad to take me home and away from the thing I love most: swimming. I found my own little beach to celebrate. It's a bit of sand cut off from the main beach by a tidal pool. Naturally, I traversed the little channel and claimed it for myself!

Fenway the intrepid explorer!

We didn't bring any of my 1,000 toys

so I fashioned a new on from an old camp fire log.

I can fetch something out of the water all day!

I am formally naming my new land Dog Beach!

There are too many places that say No Dogs Allowed.

On Dog Beach, Mayor Fenway proclaims that

no humans are welcome!

Come watch my final moments of supreme bliss:

Yo Mama!

And go check out my buddy b13's blog celebrating my Mama Devon, the reigning Queen of All Border Collies!

Road Trip!

2009-10-09T11:56:00.005-04:00

Did someone say, "Road trip?" Now you've got my attention!

Fortunately, yours truly loves riding in cars, being with my peeps and exploring new sites.

Woo hoo! We're going up-island, as they say on Martha's Vineyard. That means we are leaving to eastern part of the island, where all the quaint towns are, and heading west to the hilly part of the island where there are vegetable and sheep farms.

Did some mention sheep? I am all ears!!!

Of course I was the designated co-pilot

and I took my job as seriously as a good border collie.

I scanned the horizon for those sheep and let my nose loose.

Nope, none are swimming in the pond today.

First, we took a side trip from Edgartown over to Chappaquiddick via the On Time ferry. The ferry is a 5 minute ride across the harbor and runs continually. That's why it's always "on time": when it gets there...it's on time. Do you think those 4 guys in the front seat of the truck are legal?

We eventually rode all the way across the island to Menemsha. That's the place where the old salt named Quint went down with the ship and into the mouth of Jaws. Here's his fishing shack!

Yup! No lie. This is the REAL deal, the very one that was used in the movie. Not everything is a movie set or a Disney creation!

I learned that Menemsha is a real-life working fishing village. Many people make their living from the sea and it looks awfully hard. But I have to say, that's a nice place to have an "office".

I think the trawlers, draggers, netters and sword boats are really romantic looking. The Unicorn is my favorite!

Along the way, on South Road, we found some interesting stone structures called "pounds". At first, my alarms went off when I saw the signs. But Ms. Alpha patiently talked me down from a frenzy by explaining that these "pounds" were not dog prisons and actually had nothing to do with dogs. (sigh of relief). The Martha's Vineyard pounds are actually early sheep pens and the settlers used them to corral the woolly ones! There are quite a few still standing and are evidence of the love affair Martha's Vineyard had with sheep farming. Oooh...I just knew this place was magic!

Can't you just hear the centuries of baa-ing in here?

Now, I have to weigh in on these sheep pounds. It seems to me that if the farmers had a couple of good border collies, all this imprisonment of the sheep would be totally unnecessary. A good sheep dog can do the work of 3 men, keep the peace and be ever watchful. For us border collies, tending the sheep is not work at all, but a labor of love!

We drove further on and found a bread oven smack in the middle of nowhere! It's called the Orange Peel bakery and it's in Aquinnah (formerly Gay Head) and sits by the side of the road. Nothing fancy...but when Ms. Alpha studied the oven her heart started beating as fast as a hungry hummingbird's.

This is no do-it-yourself ordinary bread oven. This baby came all the way from France! The owner/baker had it installed here to help bring the sparse community together so they could literally "break bread" together. Her family enclosed the oven with local stones & rocks and even embedded it with beach glass and shells.

I wish I could show you some of the bread that came out of the oven, but it didn't last long enough to get a picture. The Alphas declared it the BEST bread they've ever eaten, complete with the perfect wood-fired taste and a texture only achieved by a true artisan!

Next, we headed off to Aquinnah. The local Wampanoag Indian tribe, who own a lot of land here, got the name formally changed recently from Gay Head. I learned that Aquinnah means High Land. And they are not kidding! Just look at this expanse!

These are the famous clay cliffs. They are eroding and continually present new layers of sediment from six glaciers and are over 100 million years old!

I am only 2 years old, yet I think I can grab the spotlight from the clay cliffs!

Four Letter Words

2009-09-29T18:02:00.005-04:00

There are certain words I've learned that can instantly get my motor running. And, they are all four letter words:

• Swim

• Pond

• Dock

• Ball

When Ms. Alpha said the "S" word at sunrise, my brave little heart set to racing and I knew we were in for a treat.

We go to a very, very private yet public pond here on Martha's Vineyard. Absolutely no one is ever there except us, some Canada Geese (who like to watch!) and a swan or two. It's a magical place for us where time stops and the rest of the world falls away. Just me and her.

It's so magical that I get a sense of peace and oneness with the world. I am Zen Dog. That's because I've discovered what I was born to do and I have a new sense of happiness and peace.

I like to stand very still and watch things....patterns in the water....geese paddling and honking....the pond grasses waving in the breeze....the patterns in the clouds.....dragonflies lazing on the water's surface. Imagine that! Me—a border collie, aka Perpetual Motion Machine, getting contemplative!

There is a rhythm to our special mornings on the pond. She throws. I bound, leap, swim and fetch. Then I give a mighty shake to dry my fur. Over and over. I think swimming & fetching is my Most Favorite Thing in the world. It is a form of work and I have been bred to work.

As the ancient Greeks said, "Know thyself". For me, a border collie, I have discovered the joys of watching and working: I am Zen Dog.

Oh, and before I forget, the most important four letter word is Love. I love to do what I'm meant to do. And I love the Alphas for giving me the opportunity to do it.

First I watch and survey my pond.

Then I go to work.

I must fetch the floating bone

that Ms. Alpha keeps throwing away.

Then I watch for when and where she throws it again.

Then I work, bounding into my pond

to save the floating bone.

I always get the floating bone back to shore.

Then I shake dry.

Come watch me and play the video!

The Celebration Continues!!!

2009-09-17T16:00:00.005-04:00

Yesterday was so much fun...a little advance mini-party for the Real Big Deal that's taking place today. That's because my "official birthday", as far as the AKC is concerned, is today. That's when the rest of my 9 brothers and sisters were born.

Since I was the first to pop out of my Mama Devon, I was a tad early for today, by a mere half hour. I was obviously born with the need for speed and ever since then I just want to get going where I'm going.

I spent yesterday catching frisbees, swimming, dock diving, chasing my floaty bone in the water and then sailing over the agility jumps in my back yard. I feasted on rare beef and even go to ride around in the car doing errands.

Mr. and Ms. Alpha stopped by Good Dog Goods, a lovely boutique on Martha's Vineyard. They bake special cookies for us doggies and I must say they are a delight to behold. Check out their website...the place really looks like that!!! And they back only certified organic, certified kosher and use ingredients that the humans would want to eat. But puleeze....DO NOT expect me to share, okay Mr. and Mrs. A???!!!

My cookies were boxed up like little treasures!

I got two large cookies:

a Martha's Vineyard island and,

of course, a baseball.

After all, my name is Fenway!

Always lick the icing first!

Last night was the best.

After feasting on the baseball,

I laid down with Mr. Alpha

and watched the Red Sox win!

Here I am cheering the last inning runs.

After such a busy day

it was lights out for Mr. Fenway.

I had to get some rest for the Real Big Birthday Day.

It's total celebration time.

We went out today and foraged

for some more birthday bounty.

Lo and behold...Frosty Paws!!!

I am so active that I could eat the whole box

at once and not gain an ounce. I swear!

Then my superior cognitive skills told me

to check out the dining room table.

They must have been hiding this from me!

Hmmm... I know they're saving this
for after my birthday dinner.
But just one sniff wouldn't
spoil the surprise, would it?

Here's a little Birthday video Ms. Alpha made for me and all my brothers and sisters. Please watch and enjoy how I spent my second year!

Double Shot of Birthday Love

2009-09-16T07:54:00.005-04:00

Two years ago, (minus 8 weeks) this was me!

Just two years ago, I was born very very late, near the stroke of midnight...but not quite. The rest of my bro's and sis' took their time, so we all share the same birthday which is tomorrow, September 17.

But by now, you all know that I will find any angle to make myself special, and this one's a doozy!

I get to have TWO birthday days!!!! Yay me!!! Woo hoo!

And do I have some fun lined up. I'm going to:

1. Fly through the air for about 50 frisbee throws

2. Go to the beach to herd waves

3. Fling myself off the dock

4. Jump through hoops

5. Swim and paddle (the most fun of all!)

6. Play with 3 toys at once

7. And when I'm done with all that,

I will eat myself sick on stolen people food!

Stay tuned....tomorrow is

ANOTHER BIRTHDAY DAY!

And I honor my grandpa Kapper,

Japanese Champion
Amaranth of Sky Dragon Farm,
who celebrates his
13th birthday today, too!

It Ain't Over 'Till It's Over

2009-09-07T10:47:00.006-04:00

Yeah, fellow bloggerini's. I'm talkin' 'bout SUMMERTIME!!!

Even up here in New England, the skies remain blue, the water warm and the beach as compelling as a rabbit or meaty bone.

I'm asking in the most respectful way possible,

"Please find a stick and throw it about 500 times!"

Fenway is officially extending the summer season until the first frost hits. And with my double coat, I can bob in the waves and enjoy swimming like a polar bear, long after the humans refuse to dip their toes. Throw a stick....heck, even fool me with a rock, and watch me head into the waves.

I can easily morph from a pretty show dog to a sea dog.

It's better to just jump in,

but take care not to slurp that salty water!

I've heard now and then that border collies are not water dogs. Here on Martha's Vineyard, people favor the trusty labradors, the ocean liners of the waves. Fortunately, I've inherited my Mama Devon's Swimming DNA. I'm biologically outfitted with submariner skills and I even don't mind dunking my head underwater to search around for an errant stick. I think I might be able to swim circles around the labs and even maybe manage to herd those waves some day.

Swimming is at the top of my To Do list. What's not to like? You've got a great stinky beach with all sorts of interesting detritus and new stenches to investigate.

There are usually some hidden gems in the seaweed.

There is sand to dig and it's even fun to roll around in it. And the water is the coolest thing around. I can float, paddle, ride the waves and never get hot.

The only bad thing is going home!

Put that leash away right now!

Skunked!

2009-08-26T20:50:00.005-04:00

Tonight I became a man.

No self-respecting dog that spends any length of time on Martha's Vineyard has not been skunked. By that I mean had a date with destiny: Mr. Aroma, aka, The Maker of the Most Awesome Scents Of All Time...Mr. Skunk.

Our skunk is affectionately called "Aroma" by the Alphas. But he's no Pepe Le Pew, my friends.

This skunk is ornery and vindictive. He's had it in for me ever since I first set a paw on Martha's Vineyard. In fact, this island is lousy with skunks. I know, 'cause each morning when we set out for town and Ms. Alpha's coffee, I see the road kill. Actually, before I see it, I smell the aftermath.

Tonight, I went outside to do my usual business. I am very good about not straying, but something rustled down by the woods and I just had to rocket off and investigate. I came right back wearing the evidence of my chance meeting with The Skunk.

Was I surprised when I was promptly whisked off for a night time bath. That never happens! The Alphas said I was very lucky 'cause I wasn't too badly perfumed by Aroma. They think I was so fast that I just zoomed through the cloud of anger that Aroma set off.

I am so curious about skunks now. I learned they are black and white, just like me. They also have lush tails and stand at attention, just like I do when I am stacked in the show ring.

Can you see the resemblance?

Ooh la 'La and Mr. Glee

2009-08-24T21:08:00.017-04:00

Last weekend I left the lovely, peaceful island of Martha's Vineyard to travel to the mainland.

Destination: Springfield, MA. Home of some prestigious dog shows, complete with Westminster caliber dogs and top national handlers. What a scene!

This is just a fraction of the exhibit hall.

Truly—it was wall-to-wall crates, grooming tables, brushes, force dryers, clippers, towels, handlers, breeders, rubber bands, wraps, & booties & drool bibs, vendors, flying fur and all sorts of smells galore. Throw in a passel of dogs and you have a Major Happening.

And right in the midst of everything, there I was. It was a bit overwhelming for your cub reporter, Lil' ol' Fen Man.

Dogs were being prettified....whether they liked it or not.

Some people even showed up believing in miracles.

Would you wear all white to a dog show and believe you would stay clean?

I checked...there really was a dog under in that fur.

After taking in the sights, I met up with my extended family and settled in. We got down to some serious business of getting prettified and groomed. A major part of dog show time is spent getting groomed. The remainder is spent getting inspected by judges, so you'd better look your best!

Mama Devon is on the grooming table and surveying the competition.

She never worries cause she's lethal in the ring.

Here is my big bro' Chance, also known as The Wag.

He is a real pro and a certified Champion.

Chance knows exactly what to expect. He tolerates—

and even looks forward to and enjoys—

the whole process of Gettin' Handsome.

Doesn't he have an engaging smile?

On the other hand, Ms. Alpha needs to learn some lessons.

She doesn't look like she appreciates how

tantalizing this stack o' ham sticks really is.

Ms. Alpha was in charge of making bait. That simply means she had to forage for some tasty, meaty snacks that are irresistible and make us dogs Be Have and Focus on the handlers. The bait mesmerizes us like snake charmers and we forget to horse around and play. Next time you watch Westminster, notice how the handlers are throwing around bits of things and we are rapt with attention. That's the bait at work.

There is a LOT of waiting around at a dog show.

Contrary to popular belief, a lot of show dogs are truly pampered and loved.

My mama dog, Devon, was the first in our family to enter the ring. She was in the Veteran's Class. That means she's "of a certain age" AND has seen and done it all. Basically, Devon put on a performance and show all of of us how to get down to work and get it DONE. As some of you may remember, Devon has been to Westminster and been invited to the prestigious Cruft's Show in Great Britain twice! She's got titles up one paw and down the other....in everything from conformation, agility, and obedience. She is very, very smart and a world class food snatcher. I'd like to think I inherited some of her talent, but for some reason, the Food Snatching DNA gene did not get passed on. She'd be appalled to know how polite I am.

Devon is just a blur in the ring as she goes about her business.

Here is my sister Ella, also known a 'La, and she is posing for her Major win.

'La was named Best of Opposite Sex and won huge!

She is the loveliest dog I've ever seen.

Ooh, la 'La—just look at all those ribbons!

I did not win a Major this time. But, I came in second and got Reserve Winners to a very nice dog who won huge. There were a lot of dogs competing and coming in 2nd is really pretty decent. I was just too happy and revved up to settle down and strut my best stuff. I am now being trained to calm down and go about my business.

Just call me Mr. Glee.

But later on in the day....there was an all border collie match. By that time, I was settled down and REALLY Be Haved. Lo and behold, I won Best of Breed!!!

Here I am standing before the judge for a full inspection.

I am no longer Mr. Glee and am as serious as a dining table about the task at hand.

Ms. Alpha had to free bait me, meaning that she couldn't reposition my legs and paws or even touch me. I had to Assume the Position all on my own. We'd practiced this a lot, so Ms. A. was fairly confident that I would get down to business, stand four square and be still as a startled rabbit.

Oh, I just knew I was lookin' pretty and really fly!

Ms. Alpha was pretty shocked when the judge pointed to me for Best of Breed, and I think I taught her a lesson: never underestimate Mr. Fenway. He's got some tricks up his fur. I can be pretty and good all at the same time...if I want to.

There was more to the show than me. So much more. Here are some candids of the Best in Show judging. I think you will see some of these dogs at Westminster next winter.

This fellow seems to be pleading with the judge!

Aren't these guys terrific? So many feisty terriers!

These are some B I G boys!

The small dogs need to be examined on a table.

This little poodle won Best in Show!

I was so tired out after my big day I went to sleep without even eating my dinner. The Alphas lovingly slipped a pillow under my head so I would have the sweetest dreams.

And, I did.

Clam-O-Rama

2009-08-21T08:11:00.003-04:00

My peeps left me home to rest in comfort.....

...while they went foraging for clams at Tashmoo!

Don't they kinda look like the Martha's Vineyard version of American Gothic?

When they came home, I could smell them two blocks away.

Oh, such a lovely, briny stink!

I've never seen or smelled anything quite like

this bucket of goodness from the sea.

I had to study and inspect this pail closely.

I definitely wanted a taste of whatever was inside!

Oh, please? Just one?

And please leave off the cocktail sauce!

Just An Ol' Country Boy At Heart

2009-08-14T18:08:00.005-04:00

Hello My Fellow Dog Bloggers!

I've been up to my pretty tipped ears in activities and dog shows. First, there were back-to-back three day weekends where your's truly made some stunning appearances and won a few Best of Winners (see my B.O.W Wow Wow post). It was exciting and exhausting to be the center of attention all the time.

Then, at the end of July, I was entered into a 5-day show in Salem, VA. This was big-time...a real show in an arena with people cheering and dogs flown in from the West Coast. For the first time ever, I got to stay overnight with Reggie Moorehead, my handler, who I call The Master. He is awesome and for some reason I become transformed into a show dog. I walk right, stand right, look right and move right. There's no thought of even lunging at the thousand other dogs around me to get up a good game of chase or bitey face. I let the judge put her hands all over me...and I mean ALL OVER. (they get really up close and personal with my parts!)

Here I am in my crate, just chillin' and passing the time.

Check out my special show mat. Doesn't it look like a throne?

It's quite befitting yours truly, The Little Prince.

Here I am with Reggie, waiting to go into the ring

and show 'em what I'm made of.

Now on to the fun stuff!!!

After the show was over and I was awarded my FIRST MAJOR WIN with 3 more points, I was whisked off for a much deserved vacation. Yes, I get the whole rest of the summer off! I'm now on Martha's Vineyard and anxiously awaiting the arrival of Bo Bama, The First Dog!

I can't wait to tell him how good life is up here. Morning jogs, followed by frisbee sessions and then some swimming—it's an endless round of fun and we dogs are really safe here. Why, we're even invited into some very chi-chi shops, 'cause up here Dogz Rule!

I even have my own butcher!!! Can you believe it? Ms. Alpha went to a Beef Store (aka Doggie Heaven) and bought some righteous steaks and ribs. She asked about trimmings for me and the butcher—who I now worship—gave her a big Bag O' Meat!!!

I just know they won't let me eat it all at once....but I could!

Mr. Butcher Angel is a lovely Brazilian man and he knows his steers inside and out. He told Ms. A., "No charge and I hope your dog really enjoys it." Can you believe it? When I saw the Bag O' Meat my head nearly exploded and my eyes rolled back into my head. I can't wait to tell Bo, "The First Dog" Obama all about this joint!

Today was the second best day of vacation (the bestest day was The Meat!). Here's some of what I did....

DOCK DIVING!!!!!

Fenway, ready to launch!

Fenway in full flight...check out the form!

Fenway, the intrepid swimmer!

I move like a submarine through the water.

I could do this for hours!

B.O.W. Wow Wow Wow!!!

2009-07-16T14:28:00.007-04:00

Oops, I did it again!

When Fenway is not blogging for a while, you can bet he's at dog shows. And if he's at dog shows, you can bet he's visiting the winner's circle.

I made lots of people happy, but I made myself ecstatic.

That's because.....

One of my ribbons came attached with a new stuffie!

Best of all, was getting this new stuffie with one of the ribbons.

I sank my pearly choppers into it immediately.

Whoever came up with this idea knows how to make a dog very happy.

Then I visited that special spot reserved for well-behaved and pretty dogs.

It's a lot like an exam table but no one's poking at me.

All I have to do is assume The Position and be admired.

Here's another place I visited. No table this time, but the set up is the same.

Here are some of my roadies!

That's Reggie Moorehead, an awesome handler and his assistant, Leanne.

I love my crew!

When I got home, Mr. & Mrs. Alpha set up my ribbon tableau.

This is my take for two weekends.

Oh, sweet victory! I really swung for the fences.

And, on the same auspicious day, Tiger Woods got to award himself a trophy.

Mr. & Ms. Alpha were in the gallery that afternoon.

Ms. A. says Tiger has the most incredible focus she's ever seen. It's like tunnel vision! Tiger tunes out all the yahoos that always yell "In the hole!"

She wishes I could hang out with Tiger a bit and learn some of this focus stuff.

Hey...did you know that Tiger has a border collie?

B.O.W. Wow!

2009-07-02T17:40:00.004-04:00

I have been hard at work, bloggerini's. Job 1 these days is being a Show Dog. Ahhh...the life—an endless round of exercise, proper diet, supplements, brushing, nail trimming and BATHING!

I'm getting used to it now and even willingly hopped in the tub just this afternoon. Better to just get things done that you know you have to do.

The best part of this routine is lots of time with Green Ball and my frisbee. Ms. Alpha calls it working out, but to me it's fun. I'm also putting in time leaping over PVC pipe jumps. I get extra walks, too, and I've secretly been working out Ms. Alpha. We trot at a brisk clip and she's finally getting some stamina thanks to me.

Last weekend I went to 3 shows and had my favorite handler, Reggie Moorehead, waltz me around the ring. Reggie is a cool dude who knows how to be in charge of me—not an easy task. In fact, Reggie took the winning Border Collie around at Westminster for the last 2 years. And let me tell you something—when he speaks, I listen!

Check out my latest video...it's ME, Fenway. I won the Best of Winners class, known in the trade as BOW.

I'm takin' care of business!

Fenway's Big Dig!

2009-06-16T14:07:00.009-04:00

Fenway's been on the road AGAIN!

This time, your little gadabout went to Fire Island, a barrier beach off the south shore of Long Island. Ms. Alpha grew up around there and she thought it would be good for me to learn something about beachin' it and her old stomping grounds.

We took a short ferry ride from Bayshore, on the mainland, over to a tiny hamlet called Seaview. It's a very cool place and ultra dog friendly because there are no cars. Nada. Not even roads! The humans go there to eat, drink, party, read, surf, fish, sun and forget everything else.

While the local constables prefer that we canines be on leashes, my new friend Tigger, a golden retriever, showed me where to go and what to do so that we could have some freedom.

Tigger immediately took me down to the beach and

struck a pose. He is a noble beast and gazes up from

the shore break at the houses in Seaview.

Since Tigger is representing the Sporting Group,

I decided to do my own Herding Group pose.

No sheep here—but watch out seagulls!

Tigger is so big that I could have ridden down to the beach piggy-back style if I cared to. I secretly call him The Sofa because he's as soft and big as a couch. But you know what they say—the bigger they come, the nicer they are. Tigger is a swell pal who knows how to party doggie-style.

Tigger was a great host and brought out his Wolf to share with me. He's so much heavier that he pulled me for a ride all around the deck.

We put some new tears and mangles on that Wolf.

Now he's not so big and bad!

Tigger taught me love is give and take—

especially when it comes to sharing beloved toys.

After a little Wolf destruction, we went down to the beach with my frisbee. I gladly shared and gave it up to Tigger. He told me to just trust him...he was going to teach me an alternate way of playing with it.

I patiently sat beside Tigger as he began to excavate a most glorious hole in the sand.

And in went my frisbee!

I had to check out this work up close!

How deep is this hole? And what's in it???!!!

Let me study this from another angle!

And another angle!

There's my frisbee again.

Why does Tigger want it in his hole?

I think I need to dig my own hole to find out the answer!

Tigger is supervising my first excavation.

He is a great friend to teach me some valuable lessons!

That's why I gave Tigger the best lesson I could think of: Crouching & Staring 101. This is the fundamental lesson in being a Border Collie!

Travels With Fenway

2009-06-04T16:08:00.007-04:00

Hey, Bloggerini's! You must know by now that when there's a span of silence from The Fen Man that means I've been up to my pricked ears with adventures.

The Alphas packed me up along with some luggage and headed to New England. Actually, our destination was Lexington, MA, which I learned is the cradle of American civilization. This was a most exciting trip for me because not only did I have my own luggage—my needs are far more extensive than the Alphas—I even got to stay in a hotel! This is a place where humans pack together en masse to sleep. All I know is that there were plenty of people to fuss over me and make me feel even more special than usual.

Hotels are cool places. Lots to explore, lots of new places to mark. I made Ms. Alpha quite nervous in the halls because she saw my most stealthy Weeble Moves and had to be on red alert so that I couldn't claim the hallways as my own. I managed to leave a stealthy message here and there so that any new dogs will know that Fenzo was there!

Fenzie is a bit antsy after 7 hours in the car.

Are we there yet?

This is my hotel room! The view was awesome.

There was so much going on outside

for a border collie to monitor.

In the morning, I ate my breakfast just like

a Massachusetts native.

There are 5,800 Duncan Donuts in the United States

and I swear 5,000 of them are in the state of MA.

I bet you didn't know I could sip from a straw!

They're not kidding when they say

border collies are the smartest breed!

After my power breakfast of a raw chicken wing,

Wellness Super 5 kibble and my cuppa joe,

I had a frisbee workout in one of the many

dog friendly parks in Lexington.

This place had some terrific real estate for running!

After frisbee, we found the Gropius House in Lincoln, MA.

This modern house was built in 1938 and is very historic.

It's surrounded by typical New England clapboard homes.

After our busy day we relaxd in the hotel room.

Mr. Alpha and I got to watch the Red Sox almost

every night on NESN. It was heavenly!

I spent some more quality time surveying the parking lot.

It was fascinating for a border collie—much more interesting

than the Gropius House!

I played some more with the toys that Ms. Alpha

packed for me. I don't go anywhere without my

Beloved Green Ball, Pink Heart or Tennis Ball Bone.

It was a rich full day and the Alphas rejoiced that

Fen was finally a tired and happy border collie!

Next morning:

"Don't you realize the sun is up already?

Let's get going! It's almost 6:30 am!!!!!!!"

It's barely light out yet but I got out early

to see the real Minute Man on the Village Green.

He was our first Freedom Fighter

and is as vigilant as a border collie!

ALERT!

My good buddy Stanislaw is in a bad way and having the dickens of a time feeling peaceful and balanced. He's got the best ever Alphas who are sure to find the key to Stan's Demons. Please help them (and him) by checking in with him and sending your mightiest Doggo Mojo to doG so that he gets better.

We love ya, Stannie Baby!!!

I'm So Tired!

2009-05-20T10:04:00.006-04:00

The Alpha's gave me great new agility toy. They built me my very own tire jump! What a feat of engineering, and all for moi.

Our once lush oasis of a garden is being slowly transformed into my very own agility stadium. I've got a set of 12 weave poles, a teeter, 3 jumps and a pause table. Ms. Alpha doesn't even care that I run through her garden, shred mature hostas and trample the ligularia and wild ginger. Whatever makes me happy, ya know?

As soon as the tire contraption went up I studied it.

Pretty quickly, I figured out how to have fun with it.

Yep....it's more fun to go through than around it.

Here's my launching technique:

front paws up and ready for take off.

Weeeee! Look at me!

I'm just a blur of fur in flight.

_______________________________________

We are truly honoured to receive this International Bloggers Community award from our friends over at the Dog Wood Pack!! As part of the requirements of this award, we have to pass it on to 7 of our internatonal bloggie friends.

1. The person who tagged you? ---- Husky & Hershey

2. His or her site title and URL? ---- hhttp://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/

3.Date you were tagged? ---- May 18, 2009

4. Persons you tag?

Tom, Tama-Chan and Sei-Chan

Emma Rose

Khyra the Sibe

Niamh

Stanislaw and Big Pupi

Eric

Norwood & Tula

1. Link to the person who tagged you

2. Copy the image, rules and questionnaire

3. Post in your blog.

4. Answer the four questions.

5. Pick SEVEN friends to share with.

6. Come back to BLoGGiSTaiNFoCoRNeR at http://bloggistame.blogspot.com/ and leave the URL of your post in order for your blog to be added to the master list.

7. Have fun.

Mama Mia

2009-05-10T10:35:00.006-04:00

I'm sending every bit o' love I have to the two most wonderful mothers in the world on this Mother's Day.

My mama Devon is a soulful b*tch.

High five paws to my real mama, Devon (Specialty AOM, BISS CH. Brackenhill Flew by Ewe, PT, CD, NA, NAJ, ROM). You can see from her lengthy name and all the titles that she is a true queen and has done it all, winning rosettes in conformation, agility and obedience. And, she even herds sheep!

Mama Devon won Best of Breed at the Border Collie Society of America's 2005 specialty show and finished 2005 as the #1 border collie b*tch in the USA and also the top producing border collie bitch in the USA. She is absolutely awesome and electrifying to watch in the ring.

Mama Devon is a natural.

She can assume the position in a heartbeat.

I am working hard on my Sports and Behaving Lessons because my Mama Devon passed along her awesome genes. I certainly don't want to waste them!

And high five paws to my human mama, Ms. Alpha. Besides working full-time, she spends countless hours every day making sure I am happy. That means I get to gobble the best food, get quality time with Green Ball, learn self-control and how to relax—whew, that's a hard one!!!—and how to Be A Good Boy. She is my training partner and we go to THREE different classes every week: sub-novice obedience, agility and conformation. Every now and then she takes me to private lessons with an agility coach.

A mama's love makes you feel so good!

The Country Squire

2009-04-29T18:52:00.010-04:00

Imagine my surprise a week ago! The Alphas surprised me with a trip to Martha's Vineyard and all I had to do was park my furriness on the back seat of my Den on Wheels while they drove almost 9 hours. (this is why I have not been in touch lately with my dear doggie friends!)

The Alpha's first order of business was to see that everything that Makes Fenway Happy was packed up: my Everlasting Fun Ball aka Green Ball, my competition standard frisbee, special Wellness Super 5 kibble, Omega-3 Fish Oil capsules, Vitamin E capsules, tennis ball play bone, soft bxw stuffie bone, agility equipment (more on that later), special leashes, collars and of course a supply of my favorite dessicated liver treats.

Oh, and don't forget the digital and video cameras so that all my most important moments are recorded so they can be treasured at a later date. I even have my own suitcase! There was scarcely room for The Alpha's stuff, but they managed to cram in whatever silly things humans need.

When we got to Martha's Vineyard, I blossomed. The Inner Fenway came forth. When I am on my island, I no longer feel the need to suppress my true nature—I am Master of My Domain, Lord of the Manor and the King of the Castle. This is a place where I can run free and safe and there is sunshine, free time, fun & games and all manor of dog sports & activities. I am even welcomed in stores and on beaches!

The Alphas took notice of my new persona and promptly came up with a new name for me: The Squire.

It's all about attitude, my friends!

The Squire is at the top o' the heap....and Lord of All He Surveys!

These are my lands.

They include forests for roaming and grassy plains for sports.

The Squire is proud of his realm!

Here is one of my serfs (aka Ms. Alpha), constructing

weave poles for my amusement.

When she was finished with the agility stadium,

I ordered Ms. Alpha to till my fields and plant vegetables.

When Ms. Alpha is done hanging the laundry,

I have her toss me the Green Ball about 60 times.

The Squire needs to rest now and then.

So many activities for The Squire to choose from:

Green Ball, frisbee or agility jumps.

The Squire welcomes all who pass to his door—

and maybe some frisbee!

Squire Fenway likes to survey his fiefdom....

The Squire is proud of his agility course.

Nice work, Ms. Alpha!

The Squire strikes a noble pose at his beachfront,

Squire Fenway is Lord of the Waters!

The Squire beckons all his Doggie Bloggies to come to his lands!

Dog TV

2009-04-22T09:47:00.003-04:00

It's gloomy and wet out there,

but I still need to monitor the situation.

It's been raining off and on ever since my last post. Ms. Alpha says it's raining cats and dogs, but I don't see anything falling from the sky that I'd care to chase or play with.

In fact, we stepped out to some steely skies this morning and all of a sudden we felt raindrops. Sometimes Ms. Alpha decides to brave it, put her hood on and forge ahead. I don't mind getting wet and enjoy stretching my legs while I patrol my 'hood. Today, she decided to head back right away and I guess it was a good decision. All of a sudden, tiny ice balls started falling! I'd rather it be the cats & dogs, but this was a pretty interesting phenomenon.

So, there's not much to report on these days. Ms. Alpha is devising all sorts of indoor games. We just ended a session with Green Ball. She'd throw it downstairs and I'd scamper for it. We played a fun stalking game around the big glass coffee table. I really like that and it makes me feel superior 'cause she can't catch me. Maybe she pretends not to, but it's still fun. We do lots of play bows to one another and get real silly.

Red alert! A squirrel just ran up a tree!!!

It's drizzling now—a steady rain. Thank goodness for the big picture window in the living room. It's at a perfect dog height! The Alphas call it my Gazing Window. From my reviewing stand, I can monitor all that happens in my kingdom. Nary a squirrel, bird or Xiu Xiu the cat can trespass without me scrutinizing what transpires.

That old pink flamingo still hasn't moved.

He knows I'm watching him and he's frozen with fear!

I love looking out this window. The Alphas stare at their own glass box that they call TV. This is my own Dog TV—it's way bigger. A real widescreen!

I check my gazing ball that's out in the garden.

It reflects what's off in the distance that's out of sight.

I am so crafty!

Separated At Birth?

2009-04-13T13:49:00.004-04:00

I frequently get mistaken for a famous movie star. Oftentimes, people will come up to me and say, "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

It seems I bear a striking resemblance to a beloved childhood icon. I am a treasure in my own right, but I have the added cachet of looking quite like a famous mouse.

Is it the ears? How 'bout the wide, gaping grin? Maybe the general aura of gleefulness?

I dunno. You make the call!

Am I destined to become a cartoon character???!!!

Rabbit, Run

2009-04-12T11:34:00.004-04:00

My apologies to the late John Updike. But I just can't get the title of his most famous book out of my pretty head. Maybe Ms. Alpha is to blame.

She said this is Easter Week and spoke to me about bunnies and cottontails.

Whoa! These are RABBITS, ma'am. And I have an intimate knowledge of this food source.

Rabbits are food and I care not for their supposed soft and cuddly nature. That is something only for the humans to ponder. And I am a prey animal...what runs from me must be caught and perhaps consumed. If you don't believe me, just ask my friend Mr. Greyhound!

Still, Ms. Alpha is trying to get me into the holiday spirit. Here is her selection of treats for the day. Hot Dog Rabbit Ears.

I prefer the real unadulterated thing....check out that delicious rabbit tripe.

What a confit of delectable meat!

I definitely have my own ideas about how best to celebrate Easter. And let's not forget Passover! I have my own unique way of celebrating that....a nice, heaping scoop of tasty cholent in my food bowl will NEVER get passed over!

Feeling Mellow Yellow

2009-04-10T13:17:00.003-04:00

Don't say I didn't warn you, Bloggerini's!

Ms. Alpha is at it again. Whenever we go out she feels compelled to arm herself with her camera. We went on a lovely walk yesterday on the trail that runs from Bethesda to Georgetown. It's one of my favorite spots because of all the woods. There is a smorgabord of smells and rotting plant matter. Oh, and lots of trees where I leave p-mail.

At this time of year, lots of pretty little things are sprouting. We found a lush and soft carpet that had to lay on in my Perfect Pose. It's easier to do this now that I've been going gangbusters in my obedience class. I can do a lightning fast sit-stay or a down-stay...whatever is needed I can strike a pose and hit my mark faster than Heidi Klum!

Do you think she's going to make me into a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model this summer? Yikes....I just don't do clothing!!!

Pretty in Pink, Part 2

2009-04-08T14:06:00.006-04:00

Many of you know that I live very near Washington, DC, the cherry blossom capitol of the Western world. Every spring hordes of tourists swarm the Tidal Basin near the monuments to view the cherry blossoms. There are some righteous traffic jams that can last 4+ hours and it's actually a fairly miserable venue: swarms of tourists, no parking and no bathrooms.

BUT, right in my own neighborhood is a display that eclipses anything on the official tourista radar. Decades ago, homeowners in the Kenwood section of Bethesda planted hundreds of cherry trees along their streets. When they are in bloom it's like being in the middle of a pink cloud. It's gotten quite popular among the locals but it's still a secret to the rest of the world.

Nature lover Ms. Alpha has been awaiting the peak blooming season for months. That's because she took me last spring when I was a pup, a mere slip of my manly self. We went this morning despite cold temps and clouds. Cherry blossoms are elusive and you need to get 'em while they're in all their glory.

The cherry blossom canopy envelops the streets.

Last year we posed. Look how little I was!

It's a good thing, 'cause I had a mighty head to grow into.

My ears stick out like satellite dishes.

Ms. Alpha is assuring me that this

photo shoot won't take long.

For whatever reason, it was decided

I should pose like a monument.

Don't I look noble?

Under the blossom canopy!

I love sitting in her lap.

This is tremendously dorky and

I think we look like American Gothic.

Can Ms. Alpha look any prouder of me?

Oh! But what's that I spy on the ground?

Oooh....a squirrel!

This photo shoot is officially O V E R !

Oh, and let me warn you....all sorts of things are starting to bloom and I have a feeling I will be posed again. Just call me a garden gnome.

Flower Arrangement

2009-04-01T17:11:00.006-04:00

Yes, it's that time of year again.

With each change of seasons, Ms. Alpha is compelled to document the seasons and pose me among whatever nature happens to be up to. This is the seventh season in my short life and by now I know the drill. Basically, it all revolves around a Sit Still.

This time it didn't take as long as usual. I've been to enough obedience classes that I can hold a pose until she's done. I've learned that instead of squirming or leaving the scene altogether, it's just best to get it over asap. And, there's always a reward, so we're even-steven.

But, sweet sufferin' jesus, it's still only early spring! That means there's still cherry blossoms, more tulips, petunias and azaleas in my future!!! Not to mention cascades of wisteria. Oy vey!

Does anyone know a good agent? I need to renegotiate my contract!

Profile of bored collie with Star Flowers.

Hyacinths to match my luscious ruff.

Do I care?

Posing? Not me...I'm really watching a squirrel in the tree.

She thinks I'm posing. I really have a squirrel in my sights.

Note to self: Make plans for him later!

I am bored with these poses.

Even the early tulips went to sleep.

Notice Mr. Alpha's pride and joy—the Z28 in the background.

I can only dream of hanging out the window at 110 mph.

Ahem...didn't you promise me a payoff for the posing?

Oh joy! Yessssss.

Green Ball means it's time for FUNNNNNNN.

(and The Joker's got nothing on me.

Is this the widest grin you've ever seen?)

And what's more pretty than me with my ostentatious ruff?

Such ridiculous extravagance!

My opulent display of flying fur outdoes the spring flowers!

I'm Gonna Get There Someday....

2009-03-25T14:52:00.009-04:00

It was just last week that my Alphas left me for a trip down to Sarasota, Florida. And, who would have guessed, but The Fen Man was cooler than Obama about the whole thing. The A.'s had a dog sitter come live at my den with me so that my routine was as close to normal as possible. Well, let me tell you on the Q.T.—it was better than normal.

My old friend Kate, from my vet's office, came to feed, play and care for me. Next to my Alphas and my breeders, she is The Best. I even got to sleep in the bed with her! (she thought I seemed a little stressed...haha!) Kate is studying to be a vet lab assistant. I don't even want to delve into that, but I get the distinct impression she knows a LOT about animals. The best part is that she suggested to Ms. Alpha the Stingy that my food portions be increased a bit. Oh, joy. I just love that Kate.

And look what Kate made me as a parting gift....my own peanut butter cookies. They are chewy and so unbelievably delicious. I Be Have and do whatever is necessary to get one of these babies.

What's not to love? These are mine, all mine!

While the Alphas were away they went to see the

Red Sox cream the Cincinatti Reds in Sarasota.

John Lester pitched and my home team won 9-1.

Here is a spring training version of a Fenway Frank.

I love the idea of a food item named after me!

This shirt just about says it all.

Since I am an "intact" male,

I constantly feel the need to mark everything.

That's me—Fenway the Wicked Pissa.

There are border collie seagulls in Florida!

Seriously—check out the markings.

There are very clever creatures in Florida.

Dumpster diving is a fine art.

And, doesn't this look like a border collie racoon?

Again...similar markings. I have a mask, too!

Florida has some serious pet fish.

These are some very religious koi.

The Alphas kayaked through some mangrove swamps.

I don't like the looks of them at all.

Herons were everywhere since there are

no border collies in the swamps to herd them.

This land alligator was walking around downtown.

A friendly cormorant followed the Alphas kayak.

I think he's part border collie, too,

since he seemed very alert and on the lookout.

The Alphas met Alice, a lovely standard poodle.

Do you think she feasts on champagne and imported cheeses?

I think so...Alice is smacking her lips for dinner!

I am more than intrigued with her cuisine.

This little lady takes feasting to a whole

other level that I never imagined.

I need to visit Alice!

Class & Growth

2009-03-16T14:54:00.005-04:00

Hi, my fellow Blogsters. Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. But, more importantly, I will be 18 months old. I will officially be an Open Dog at conformation shows. No more Puppy Classes for me...not 6-9 month old, no 9-12 or 12-18 month classes. I am in with the big boys now!

And don't I look ready?

I am clear of eye and have a sense of purpose. I have discovered that I LOVE to work. I am eager to do my job(s): be pretty, play, jog and giddyup. Most of all, I am always up for jumping over things and striding along a teeter board. And, I really don't mind being obedient and walking funny as if my head was glued by Ms. Alpha's knee.

It's all about the attitude and give-and-take. Ms. Alpha purrs how I'magoodboy and squeals with delight when I move the way she's taught me. And the give-and-take is the BEST—she gives liver, chicken and cookies and I TAKE, TAKE, TAKE. It's more than a fair exchange.

Things are looking up for Mr. Fenway, The Fen Man. Funway. Fenzie. Fensterini.

And guess what! My pals from across the ocean—Toma-Chan and Tom—sent a lovely box of extra toys and treats. For my 18 month birthday I am going to bring these presents to the Montgomery County Animal Shelter to spread some of the joy and love that is in such abundance in my den! Thanks, Tom and Tama-Chan, for giving me the best present of all!

ADDENDUM: Sweet Caroline!!!

I've seen suitcases. Piles of clothes are on the bed. Someone named Kate has come to the house to learn how it works and take me for a walk with Ms. Alpha. Something's afoot and I have the funny feeling I'm not included in this plan.

When I heard the strains of Sweet Caroline and saw the Red Sox caps sitting on top of the suitcases I put two and two together.

It's off to spring training in sunny Florida for the rest of the week!

I am uneasy about this, but the Alphas have given me so much of their time, love and undivided attention that I am NOT going to make it any harder on them than it has to be. I know I am not going with them and they are very sad about that.

But I know they will be back and we will have our pack intact again!

Teeter Terror

2009-03-12T11:25:00.002-04:00

I know what I like and I know what I don't.

I used to be afraid and I had my mind made up.

The teeter board, which is a piece of agility equipment that looks like a see-saw, was NOT to my liking. I'm down with all the other pieces of equipment—jumps, ramps, A-frame, tire jumps, chutes, tunnels and even a bit of weave poles. But the teeter board was my nemesis.

I dug in my heels and refused to even go near it.

Then, Mr. & Mrs. Alpha hired me a private coach. She is even more clever than a border collie. By the end of our first hour together I agreed to walk almost half way up one side. She had me feasting with each step and I didn't remember to be uneasy for almost 4 whole feet. But not even a liver snap would get me anywhere near the top.

Yesterday, the Alphas decided to home school me. They took a trip to Home Depot and returned with all sorts of manly looking parts. I took one sniff of the big 12' plank and became mildly intrigued.

They put together a teeter for me and Ms. Alpha armed herself with a fist full of chicken. I could not resist this lure—even while walking up in the air on a wobbly board. Before I realized what was happening, I was casually strolling up and down the teeter board.

And I LOVED it. Now, the Alphas are so enthralled with me, my bravery and skill.

Once again, I reign supreme!

Who's the MAN???!!!

See for yourself. This video even comes with directions!

Dancing With the Dogs

2009-03-06T12:54:00.002-05:00

Seriously. I've got a great concept for a new TV show that will sweep American Idol. It's Dancing With the Stars meets canines.

Let's call it Dancin' with the Dogs. Or, as it's called in competition, Freestyle.

Yes, there is really a canine competition in dog dancing. And, if you check your local dog training club, you will probably find classes where you and you humans learn to get it on like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

Naturally, border collies dominate the sport. I'm not surprised 'cause we're ready and able to spend countless hours learning tricks, putting together routines and moving around. We just treat it like a job. And the perks are FANTASTIC. Treats rain from the sky and we're showered with praise while we spend time learining to walk like bipeds and prance like show ponies.

Frankly, I think it's a little weird. But Ms. Alpha watched this video from the esteemed Crufts Dog Show that is taking place through Sunday over in England. This show is such a big deal—my mama was even invited this year, but didn't go. Too much traveling.

Anyway, my human mama watched this video and was enchanted. Her mouth was agape and I could see a light bulb go off over her head.

Uh oh.

Snow Day!

2009-03-04T18:13:00.011-05:00

As a lot of you already know, the East Coast was slammed with a big snowstorm the other day. Boy, was I surprised when Ms. Alpha opened the door on Monday morning! Since I am genetically programmed to be delighted by just about anything with a potential fun-factor, I went bonkers and zoomied all over my giant field.

Just look who I met! The most perfect snow dog showed up to play rough and run with me. Here is Beau, my pretty white friend who was the only other dog interested in Extreme Winter Sports.

Beau is teaching me how to curl my tail over my rump.

"Is this how you do it??

Then it was my turn and I tried to teach Beau

to do a herding outrun.Beau is a little slow and

doesn't understand that first you have to move.

I laid down to make it easy for Beau to catch me.

But I am a trickster.....

...When he got near, I just zoomed away.

I finally let Beau catch me for a little wrestling.

Beau has me in a very compromising position.

After Beau left, I went back to being

The Vigilant Border Collie.

Nothing escapes my notice and I watch

for anything that moves.

I gave each and every snowflake my collie eye.

Do It Again!

2009-02-27T16:05:00.007-05:00

When a border collie loves something, it is is with all his heart.

And I love my frisbee. It is an endless love and I just can't get enough.

So, watch me while away an afternoon doing what I do best. Running, jumping, flying, spinning and leaping. I am a beast in flight and I've got hops.

Just call me Air Fenway.

Dogma

2009-02-20T11:12:00.007-05:00

Dogz Rule.

I have proof because I have a throne to lounge on.

Isn't that what the folks at Purina maintain? I think they're right. But even though we rule, we also live by rules. They are simple to understand and easy to follow. Let me share some of the basics in case your humans need a refresher course.

Fenway's Basic Rules for Mutual Understanding

1. Dogs rule damn near everything.

2. I want to play at least twice as long as you do.

3. I cannot take care of business until I find just the right spot.

4. I have two speeds—slow and torpedo.

5. Ants & maggots are a value-added commodity. Get over it—they are protein.

6. I can use any old furniture. But, with a little effort, I can easily make new furniture old, as needed.

7. If it moves I will herd it. Even if it's on TV.

8. I must lift and pee on every tree. (see item 3). If you have an unneutered dog, deal with the need to mark everything.

9. If you give me attention, I will stop craving it.

10. I do not mind walks in bad weather. Sun. Rain. Sleet. Snow. It's all the same to me. It's outdoors.

11. Clothes are for people. Antlers are for deer. Bunny ears are for rabbits.

12. Smile a lot. This will let your people know they are following the rules and you are happy.

13. Feed me on time, twice a day. Don't make me beg. And don't forget the water.

14. If you are happy, I will be happy.

15. This is my house. I need to bark strangers away, even if they come every day at the same time carrying mail.

Now we understand one another.

Help Celebrate Addie's Big Day!

2009-02-18T13:06:00.006-05:00

Today is our pal Addie's first birthday. What a big milestone for our young friend. I hope you go to her blog, Raising Addie, and read about her charming antics with Puppy Lucie. They are a precious couple of doggies. And they are so dear to my heart because of their border collie-ness.

So here's a tribute to a lovely girl who is almost all grown up!

And hats off to Addie's people! As you may have gleaned, we border collies are a lot of fun. But, we require extra special effort on the part of our human family to keep us exercised and out of trouble.

Remember....a good border collie is a tired border collie!

PS: Over at Addie's den is a wonderful photo contest. It's called True Love. It's going to be hard for them to choose just 3 winners, 'cause it's just a Huge Lovefest at DWB! Go check out the lovely photos!

Love Is In the Air!

2009-02-14T11:12:00.011-05:00

And so was Fenway this morning! But more on that later.....

Ms. Alpha carefully prepared a special Valentine's Day breafast and I even got to eat part of it on a human platter. Raw tasty goodness surrounded by Wellness Super 5 Mix kibble so that I get ALL my vitamins and nutrients. Notice my wind-up Kitty staring forlornly at my Love Feast. And a sliver of my beloved Green Ball (the EFB) is waiting for some action.

After breakfast the Alpha's got my pink stuffie Valentine's Day heart out. I got this one year ago when I was a Shredding Terrorist Puppy. After mauling a corner of the heart, it was put away until today. I did a bit of re-mauling just to keep in practice.

After breakfast we all went over to the school field. Since it was Valentine's Day, I invited my most beloved toy—Green Ball. I am head over heels CRAZYINLOVE with it. This morning, Green Ball got me jumping for joy!

Love is in the air....and so is Fenway. See for youself!

Fenway gets huge air!

Going in two directions at once.

My motto is to charge it HARD.

This shows off my ridiculously lush ruff.

Look, ma...no paws!

My front suspension works overtime....

And so does my rear suspension.

I have dominated Green Ball and levitated it with my Collie Eye.

Ms. Alpha loves this photo.

It shows off my svelte hourglass shape.

Just look at that slim waistline!

Family Reunion!

2009-02-11T10:27:00.011-05:00

I've been away for a long road trip. Ms. Alpha packed all matter of important stuff—brushes, show lead, lots of kibble & vitamins, toys, Vet Man, Green Ball, bed, dishes, towels, water, treats AND ME—into my den on wheels. We drove all the way up to Long Island to visit with her family. That was a lot of fun 'cause when she wasn't looking, her brother let me on beds and fed me cheese. I also got to play with a human pup and follow him around. He likes to play ball as much as I do, so we got along great.

The next morning we drove to Connecticut for a special All Border Collie Dog Show!!!! The newly approved AKC club, Nutmeg Border Collie Club held a fun match. Ms. Alpha helped with their logo and my breeder worked tirelessly to help get AKC approval. We just had to be there to show support for this new club for my kind and celebrate.

I was dizzy at excitement to see so many "xeroxes" of me! Imagine a mass of swirling black and white fur (with one lovely gold & white dog in the mix) who had as much limitless energy as I do. Ms. Alpha was pleased to see that I was NOT the loudest dog in the bunch. There were lots of other bark-screamers and whiners and they made me look like a peaceful cherub. Of course I added to the cacaphony from time to time, but there were a couple of howlers and yodelers that were truly world class. I was so impressed and picked up some pointers. Trust me...I will be expanding my repertoire of noises.

It wasn't only Howling Lessons....I also took a Master Class in Obedience from my breeder. She is totally awesome. I was SO happy to see her and I flung myself at her in a giant extended wiggle of joy when we again met. She showed me in the conformation fun match and helped me look pretty enough to win this wonderful new squeaky bear toy. I like it so much that I decided not to shred it.

My pride and joy!

I will take good care of my bear.

This is so much better than a ribbon.

This is my lovely mama Devon.

She is a Queen. Don't you think she looks regal?

Devon has so many titles: conformation, agility, obedience and herding.

She was even at Westminster one year!

Mama Devon and my lovely sister Ella.

She is so refined, like porcelain, and such a perfect lady.

Here is my big brother Chance, aka The Wag.

He is beautiful, too, but in a very manly way.

Chance is a very happy dog and a real pro in the show and obedience rings and on the agility course. Sadly, he does not care for me. Perhaps, if I lost my jewels, he might change his mind. That's a lot to give up just to establish a friendship, don't you think?

After the dog show we drove to Westchester and I got to see my friend Tigger again. I just can't help around him and try to kiss him all the time. Tigger doesn't look particularly pleased with my constant show of affection, does he? If you could read his mind he'd be saying, "How do you turn Fenway off?"

I had such a good time and I'm glad to be home. But I wish all the dogs I met on the trip could have come home with me. Just imagine....a Fun House O' Border Collies!!! I'm sure Ms. Alpha isn't down with that. She says I am dog enough for her.

So now I am settled back home and into the Fenway Routine. As usual, we cuddled on the couch after dinner. But the last two nights were special. Lo and behold, there were hundreds of dogs walking in the Box the Alphas call TV. We watched the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show.

I decided to have some fun and mimic some of the dogs I saw on TV. Here's my impression of a basset hound:

And guess what? My friend Airly (Ch Borderfame Signature) and my good pal Reggie Moorehead (who has taken moi around the ring a few times) WON the Border Collie Best of Breed! And, won it for the second year in a row! They were on the TV box on Monday night in the Herding Group. I am so happy for them both!

The Inner Fenway

2009-02-05T10:54:00.006-05:00

We got this awesome Honest Weblog award from our fellow feasters Stanislaw and Big Pupi. They admire my willingness to reveal all aspects of my hygiene and habits...especially soiling my hinders.

The rules:"When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to said person so everyone knows he or she is real. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have 7 friends. Show the 7 random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with “Honest Weblog.” Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten honest things about yourself. Then, pass it on! "

So, let me come clean.

Things You Must Know About Fenway

1.) I'm not afraid to smell like low tide. Nor am I squeamish about mud. In fact, I like dirt so much I bring as much into the Alpha's den as possible.

2.) I didn't cry at all the first night in my forever home, but I cry, whimper and bark scream like a 2 month old when I have to Sit Still and Be Patient while Ms. Alpha yaps to a friend.

4.) I need to lay by the front door for a half hour when the Alphas go to the sleeping den and make sure all is well and secure. They know when I am about to make my way up to my bed because they hear me shake vigorously and rearrange my ears.

5.) I like to doze on the couch for a bit but prefer a cooler floor.

6.) When I am catching Green Ball or Frisbee, I ignore other dogs who want to play. They kind of irritate me but I do not get nasty. Ever. If another dog manages to steal Green Ball I will not fight for it.

7.) I do not mind when I am toweled off after a rainy walk and cooperate by picking up each paw to have it wiped dry and clean. I also tolerate my paw fur being and nails being trimmed.

8.) I can stalk at anything that moves. I am mesmerized by flowing water and watch it for a long time.

9.) I can pooble on command but do an indifferent job if my tummy is upset. Sometimes I wear it on my hinders after a Bully Stick.

10.) I let the Alphas pick my up and cuddle me like a baby.

11.) I love to swim and dock dive.

12.) I turned up my nose and refused to eat McDonald's French Fries.

13.) I am affable and friendly and want to make friends with all dogs.

14.) I sometimes, but only when they are new, bark and growl like Cujo at big dark objects like garbage cans.

15.) If a door is ajar, I will not go through it.

I am tagging these OLD & NEW FRIENDS and want to know what makes them wiggle:

http://k9sheena.blogspot.com/

http://dearscout.blogspot.com/

http://princesssnowball.blogspot.com/

http://khyraskhorner.blogspot.com/

http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/

http://velcrotheaustraliancattledog.blogspot.com/

http://thepoupounette.blogspot.com/2009/02/thankful-thoughts-on-thursday.html

Being Fenway Is A Full Time Job!

2009-02-03T12:13:00.006-05:00

First, a little bit of news: I am entered into the Bissell MVP Pet Photo Contest. Ms. Alpha believes I have movie star good looks and would look good on a vacuum cleaner package. The added plus is that I have lots of fur to shed and can keep their products busy. So, dear Bloggies, please go to this URL and cast your vote for me, Fenway!

Now here's the other BIG NEWS! Do you all read Bark Magazine? I hope so because it's devoted to all of us. They have a Dog of the Month Photo Contest and my photo was chosen Runner Up!!! We are really honored and thrilled. The best part is that my border collie friend, Caña, is in the photo with me! Click here to see us!

Contests. Competitions. Classes. The 3C's in my life. Yikes, I'm a busy border collie. But as we all know, a border collie with a job is a good boy. And that's what I've become. In fact, on Saturday I graduated at the top of my class in Manners Shape Up and had the best time score in demonstrating that I knew all my commands and lessons! I still managed to sneak in a bit of Fenway Style and let out some mighty bark screams, but damn...I was focused and at the top of my game.

Then, on Sunday, it was off to an AKC Match Show. And I took Best of Breed! Yep...all in stride for this busy border collie.

I amaze myself sometimes.

We dogs know what ribbons are good for!

Finally, the best news of all. Ms. Alpha gambled on me being so good at obedience that she had me tested for the sub-novice level obedience classes. That's like me skipping about two grade levels and I was really down with that. I realized if I BehavedLikeAGoodBoy, I wouldn't have to take so many classes and go right into grad school. So, folks, I am now officially in sub-novice obedience and on my way to yet another type of competition.

I hardly have time to BeABadBoy anymore!

Snow Ball

2009-01-30T10:00:00.004-05:00

It's still snow....

But Fenway still needs to play ball. Every morning. Every noon. Every afternoon. Even in the evening. Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor dark of night.....Hey! I sound like I work for the post office!

This morning I was ready to go, earlier than usual. I mustered my finest puppy whines, the kind that could etch glass. When I get going, it's sounds kind of like a seagull, but with a nice rhythm. The whole point is that NO ONE can sleep through it. I have mustered the Art of Insistent Whining!

I also have an intent stare.

I love to stalk my Green Ball.

Yep! I got that Green Ball just where I want it...

and it's not going anywhere!

Snow is great. I can eat it at will and cool off.

Here's a bird's eye view of Fenway!

Yellow Snow

2009-01-28T09:53:00.009-05:00

When I woke up this morning my world was changed. I vaguely remember the white stuff from when I was a tiny puppy. Here's what it looked like a year ago! Look how small I was!

A year later, and I am now fully grown (though I still have to work on filling out my manly chest). I am master of my domain and can always figure out a way to find the fun.

So, first thing I did was take the lay of the land. I did a little surveying and found I could still run and play with Green Ball. C'mon!!! Let's play! It's still snowing, but I can always find my bright ball.

If you don't play with my I will never stop staring at you!

I am laying in wait for my ball to be thrown. I can crouch just like a lioness with my sinewy haunches ready to spring into action!

I just love the way my furry hinders and lush tail look against the white snow!

Who needs Gortex when you have a coat like this???!!!

We went over to the school field where there's a nice little sledding hill.

Sometimes, Ms. Alpha and I play around on the jungle gym.

I can't decide whether to herd those kids or keep my eye on beloved Green Ball.

Green Ball wins!

Oooh, I am having so much fun here. Lots of kids come over to throw the ball and watch me sail through the air.

Here's one now! I am circling her like she's a sheep.

The little girl and I both assume the play position!

Alas...after an hour of glee I spied Ms. Alpha take out the leash.

It's that Time To Go Home again. As you can detect, I have learned the Come Here and Sit in order to get rigged up with the leash.

Do I look like a willing participant? How Ms. Alpha managed to program this response is still a mystery....all I want to do is stay, run and play.

Inaugural Dog

2009-01-22T10:54:00.008-05:00

If you watched ever so carefully, you would have seen me at the inauguration. Nothing could keep Fenway from celebrating and the Obama's invited me to EVERYTHING!

This is our official portrait. I am so proud!

The Obama's savored the feeling of having a dog in their laps. President Obama was totally blissed out by my mere presence. He knows he's in good hands

with a vigilant border collie by his side.

The Bushes even invited me to their house

to greet the Obamas and make them feel at home!

Then it was off to the Capitol for the big inaugural ceremony...

I tried my darnedest to get Dick Cheney

out of his wheelchair for a game of fetch.

I like Barak Obama...he's always up for a game of frisbee!

I brought my beloved Everlasting Fun Ball

(aka Green Ball) to the swearing in.

I just knew I'd find someone in the crowd of 2 million

who would be up for some fun.

The new administration looks like they want to play!

I even got to stay up late and go dancing!

I was an integral part of watchful security detail!

What a day, what a night, bloggerini's. I really loved being with the Obama's and the kids couldn't have been nicer, since they already want a dog. But I just couldn't bring myself to move my bed and toys to The White House.

I am back at home where I really want to be...with the Alphas.

Hail to The Beef!

2009-01-20T13:12:00.007-05:00

It's A Day of to Celebrate!

Yesterday, the Alphas went to downtown D.C. to watch a parade. It was in honor or Martin Luther King Day and the dedication of the Civil War Memorial at U Street, NW. Ms. Alpha snapped some pics of the event. Check out the slide show.

Inaugural Dinner

2009-01-18T11:58:00.003-05:00

Some of you may know that I live close enough to The White House that the Secret Service could hear my barkscreams. There are so many inaugural celebrations taking place, but the most important one is at my house tonight!

We are going to have a State Dinner! Mr. Alpha rustled up an eight pound standing rib roast and invited some of my admirers to come eat it. We are hosting a party for some of the Massachusetts 54th re-enactors. Some of these people are actually my uncle and cousins who came all the way from Amherst, MA. They will be dressed up like Civil War soldiers and march up Pennsylvania Avenue on Tuesday to honor Barak Obama.

I am so pleased he is going to be our 44th president because I, Fenway, will reap great benefits from all this hoopla. Lots of meat, meaty bones and fawning relatives are a surefire combination to make me HOPE!

I am preparing for this dinner and practicing my table manners.

I've learned to not gobble it up all at once.

"Oh, doesn't this look tasty!"

I just can't wait 'till this marrow bone is replace with a raw meaty feast!

Hail to the Chief!

Morning Routine, Part 2

2009-01-16T09:31:00.006-05:00

Brrrr. It was mighty cold outdoors early this morning. We didn't last as long as usual because Ms. Alpha couldn't go more than a half hour. No matter. She went to a seminar last weekend about indoor games with your dog, so she's got a few activities up her sleeve for later.

Meanwhile, I was raring to go. Here I am hovering over Green Ball. That's Seamus in the background. We go back and forth, catching and bringing the balls back. It looks like an intricate ballet pas de deux as we criss-cross yet avoid collisions.

I really enjoy showing off my border collie-ness and stalking Green Ball.

Seamus works up so much drool.

He has a habit of dunking his ball in the water while he drinks.

I take a breather now and then...just for a few seconds.

These are the railroad ties that frame the little field.

Ms. Alpha trained me to walk on railroad ties ever since I was a small puppy. This is a fun trick that helps me balance, be brave and listen to her. And guess what? It's really helped me learn to maneuver some of the agility equipment. That Ms. Alpha is always thinking of ways to prepare me for Agility-Big-Time.

Speaking of agility, I now have a new piece of equipment. Mr. Alpha built me a Teeter Board! Ms. A. brought home a long plywood plank, about a foot wide x 12 ft. long. Mr. A. screwed a piece of 3" plastic PVC pipe to the middle of the board so that it rocks like a teeter-totter. To finish it off they stapled some ridged plastic floor runner to the last foot on each end of the board. This helps me make sure I maintain contact with each end and do not hop off too soon. I wasn't so crazy about this at first, but with about 2 minutes of clicker training and treats I was a pro. The Alphas keep My Teeter in the studio where they work all day and it's now Fenway's Gym. I also have a hula hoop there and jump through it. Thanks to Stan' and Big Pupi's idea, I also spin in it.

This morning's outdoor games were cut short. It was simply too cold. Instead, we tried out some of the "fun ideas" that Ms. Alpha learned to give me some mental stimulation. Humans know that mental stimulation = tired. Have you all not sacked out big time after a particularly taxing obedience class?

We played the Shell Game, the Bucket Game, Find the Toy Game and the Hidden Treat Game. Here are two recipes for FUN:

The Shell Game

It's just like the human version. Line up 3 plastic glasses. Show your dog a treat and while he's watching, place it under one of the glasses. Then switch them around while he's still watching. Challenge him to Find the Treat. Smart dogs will tip over the correct glass. Dogs with manners will sniff and gently paw at a glass. Fenway will exuberantly pounce on the glasses and knock them all over at once.

The Bucket Game

Put some treats or kibble in the bottom of a plastic bucket. Cover it with as many tennis balls and/or toys as possible. Invite your dog to Go Find the Food. Humans will find our tenacity and frustration amusing. Dogs with manners will pull out as many balls and toys as possible to get at the food. Fenway will exuberantly pounce on the bucket to send everything flying and gobble his treats at will. I am now being taught/coaxed to use Self Control and Have Manners—I must daintily pick out the balls and toys before I get to the treats.

Hidden Treat/Food Game

This is simple. The humans go into another room and hide food all around it. Then we are invited in to Go Find the Food. Ms. Alpha has fed me entire meals this way. This game can last all of two minutes, shorter time than it takes for her to hide the food.

Morning Routine, Part 1

2009-01-15T11:28:00.007-05:00

Every morning at 7:30—and I can count on one paw when we didn't go—we walk to the end of our street to the neighborhood pool area. We spend at least 45 minutes there, day in and day out. Sometimes we go there a few times a day.

Ms. Alpha throws me the EFB, my beloved Green Ball or tosses a frisbee. I am insane over Green Ball and barkbarkbark each morning when I first see it come out from it's hiding place.

I love going to the pool because I can run free since there are no cars—we even have to go over a little foot bridge to get there. Almost all the other dogs in the area go to the school yard and run around in a big pack. They get a little too amped for Ms. Alpha, so we don't join them. I much prefer my personal dog park because when I am there I have lots of work to do—catching and retrieving, walking on the railroad ties and picnic tables, and practicing Heel and Turn Like A Good Boy and some tricks (more on that another day).

The only other dog that is welcomed at My Park is Seamus. He is a lovely brown lab and an astonishing athlete. Seamus is as focused on his work—catching his tennis ball over and over— as I am. We toil side by side, running, jumping and panting in unison. Seamus has taught me a lot about focus. I really like being around him.

I am always watching where Green Ball goes.

Recently, there have been more than balls flying in the skies.

Since we live near Washington, DC, lots of helicopters go by.

See one to the right of the tree?

And, doesn't it look chilly early this morning!

This is the camp that Seamus and I have set up.

We each have our water dishes, leases and poop bags ready.

Here's my buddy Seamus.

He has a gleaming coat and is so healthy.

I love to sport some air and do flashy catches.

Wheee! All four paws have left earth!!!!

This is my standard 2 on-2 off catch.

It was so cold this morning that the puddles hardened to ice.

I didn't remember this phenomenon from last year,

and needed to investigate them.

It was so cold that I did my best imitation of a

Siberian Husky by flagging my tail!

Back to Green Ball....I never let my eyes off it

and it doesn't dare move.

I don't even let Green Ball take a break when I pee!

McBorder Collie!

2009-01-10T16:25:00.006-05:00

Hey folks! You hear about the new movie Hotel for Dogs? Apparently McDonald's has and they are riding the pooch-love wave with their Happy Meal giveaways.

The featured toy this week is a Mini Me...a little McFenway!

Actually, my topline is way better than the McFenway's.

His hind end slopes down like a German Shepherd.

And, he's flagging his tail...a major fault for border collies.

McFenway would never win Best of Breed!

McFenway came inside a box with food.

I am more interested in what's left in the box than McFenway.

Once I ascertained that Ms. Alpha scarfed down the Happy Meal,

I became more interested in McFenway.

Funny...Ms. Alpha shuns almost all fast food.

But she forced (hahahaha) herself so that she could

get her own stuffie.

All stuffies are mine!

Here Comes The Sun!

2009-01-08T15:02:00.006-05:00

Hey...every body get up right now!

The sun is finally shining after almost 48 hours of icy rain.

It's time to go play!

Rightnowthisminuteletsgooutdoors!

There are sticks waiting for me...

And I've got to roll in the grass again!

And I have to watch stuff!

From Bad to Worse

2009-01-07T15:00:00.009-05:00

Here is a lovely award we received yesterday from ourfriend Tibby! Please visit her and check out her sweet face.

It's still raining. That makes more than 30 hours of the wet stuff. We've only gone outside for some efficient "elimination", if you know what I mean. Ms. Alpha is mighty pleased that I can basically poop on command. She considers this her finest training feat.

This is simply dismal.

But I can still play even if it's raining!

I'm so bored watching the water flow by.

Little did I know, but the Alphas had an activity planned for me later this morning. It's been a year since I got my first round of shots, so they took me to the place where surfaces are hard and cold and the humans wear uniforms.

I did not like the examining table one bit. As the table magically raised up, my bark screaming became louder and more pitiful. Never in my short life have I encountered anything like this. It was the first time I was terrified of anything but no one would soothe me for fear that it would encourage me to be a scaredy-cat.

Please let me go down to the earth!

I do not like this table that mysteriously levitates.

They offered me dried chicken strips but I was too nervous to notice.

I am not licking my lips over chicken deliciousness...this is a real sign of nerves.

The assistant tried to assure me that he was my friend.

But I noticed he had the power over the levitating table.

I do not trust him one bit.

This is the vet's dog.

His name is Aubrey and he is very old.

I should have taken a cue for him and hidden under some furniture, too.

The Alphas promised to return me to this place of Tile & Steel. Just for a "fun visit", complete with treats and petting. Seriously...can you think of a worse idea?

I am so eager to leave. Do we have to stay and pay the bill?

Bored-er Collie

2009-01-06T16:35:00.008-05:00

Icy rain is falling. Uh oh. I be this means an indoor day. (sigh)

Maybe if I mope Ms. Alpha will suit up and get some game on.

It turns out that she did. The wuss rallied and took me for a long walk and even threw my beloved Everlasting Fun Bal about a hundred times. I got so muddy that we had to take another long walk so that some earth would fall off my fur. It did and the rain washed me clean enough to avoid a bath.

Now we're back home and I'm trying to figure out how to fill up the rest of the day.

I'm sure something good will pop into my head. I sense a degree of nervousness from Ms. Alpha...she knows that the bad weather + a bored border collie = chaos.

I can always lick myself for about 10 minutes.

But that gets old pretty quickly.

Oh, puleeeeeze, let's do something fun.

Oh, yeah, now I remember....

Yesterday the Alphas took me to buy a foot-long Bully Stick, just 'cause they heard the weather would turn nasty. They are maybe even smarter than a border collie.

...And so, I am commanding them to giveittomenow! They may be smarter, but they don't have that collie eye.

I do!

A Little Hair of the Dog

2009-01-01T16:35:00.004-05:00

Is this any way to celebrate?

Happy New Year to all creatures, great and small.

Hip, Hip Hooray!!!

2008-12-31T15:19:00.006-05:00

The New Year is almost here!

Even though 2008 has been VERY GOOD for Puppy Fenway and his Alphas, we can't wait for the next year and and even better times.

Don't get me wrong...there's been some concern about $$$, politics, global warming and other things that the humans screw up. But in my little world, things couldn't be better.

We have our health and are gloriously happy about sharing love with one another. For me, the sun rises and sets in the eyes of my beloved Alphas. And with just a little glance from them, I can tell they feel the same.

So, it's been a wonderful year of growing, learning and joyful, zany fun. We look forward to more adventures and also the Small Times that make us live in the moment.

My Alphas never thought they'd find such peace & happiness on a quiet, bone-chilling early morning tossing a ball or frisbee.

So let's all celebrate that we have one another!

Join in and smile...get happy!

Even my nostrils are happy!

While the Alphas pop the cork on some champagne,

I think I'll pop Vet Man's head just a little more.

Shredding makes me deliriously happy!

Dog Park Paradise

2008-12-30T10:50:00.006-05:00

My big Christmas Day treat was to go to a new dog park. We were on Long Island visiting Ms. Alpha's brother. He's a savvy guy who knew the perfect place to go. It's called Coindre Hall Park and it's in Huntington.

There was a medieval style mansion—an 80,000 square foot French chateau that was built in 1912. Ms. Alpha liked this place as much as I did since it's dripping with Long Island history of the Gold Coast. I can only imagine the size of the kitchen! Lots of storage for Bully Sticks and bones for sure!

This place is 34 acres of doggie paradise that has sweeping views and overlooks Huntington Harbor and the lighthouse. You can see it off in the distance. That's the boathouse down by the water. Do you think there are bedrooms for the boats in there?

There are signs about leashes...but we never saw one.

The humans told us that this is a place where Dogz Rule.

And what a friendly pack we found! Natually, all the fun starts with a first sniff. Got to get to know one another, right?

Then my beloved Everlasting Fun Ball appeared and I got a serious skedaddle on!

Just look at all that land I had to get some run.

I ran so hard that I had to take a break and catch my breath.

It's hard to wear out a border collie!

I made sure that my ball was safe.

I liked the other dogs, but I NEVER share my beloved EFB.

A smart border collie knows just the right place to cool off!

Holy Christmas!!!

2008-12-28T11:17:00.007-05:00

I was up before anyone on Christmas morning....

I did my best to herd the humans out of bed.

C'mon people....let's get going!

Lots of wrapped stuff appeared.

And inside of one box was a present for me...

I got a mechanical Lil' Kitty and it screeches and walks!

Lil' Kitty's head went straight into my mouth!

I will quiet this sucka for good!

My next present needs no comment. I'm just dismayed.

The antlers made me take out my frustration on Lil' Kitty.

Let's just say that the poor creature now has three good paws..

After the presents it was time to start fixing dinner.

The best present of all was being invited into the kitchen.

Mr. Alpha asked me to be his sous chef.

Since I am on the raw food diet,

Mr. Alpha asked me to inspect the tenderloin.

My refined canine palate says

this lovely hunk of beef is good to go as-is.

I was congratulated for my sniffing work.

"Good job, Fenway!"

I returned the thanks with a hearty slurp.

I love kitchen duty!

We toasted one another with a glass of vino,

I felt very sophisticated.

While the humans ate their Christmas dinner on chairs,

I found the best seat in the house—under the dining table.

This is proof that Border Collies are very smart!

I was tired after so much fun and had a lovely

nap by the fire.

Lap Dance!

2008-12-21T13:42:00.007-05:00

Ms. Alpha just took me to meet a new human that she called Santa Claus. And get this! She wasn't impressed enough with the Santa Claus Human at Petsmart. We both recognized him as really being a rather thin and pasty college student. Also, he was wearing some ratty fluff on his face but it didn't cover his swarthy whiskers.

So, Ms. Alpha said, "No, no, no. This won't do at all for Mr. Fenway."

Instead, we drove to a department store called Neiman Marcus. What a glamorous place this was. I saw lots of bear-humans and they had the most lustrous coats. Ms. Alpha said they were minks, not bears at all. I even saw the largest fox-human in the world. She had a luxurious silver coat.

Ms. Alpha pronounced this new Santa to be a proper Santa. She said he looked like Father Christmas and we both liked his throne chair. He even had elf-humans helping with crowd control. Hmmmf. A border collie could have done a better job.

There was a line to meet this new Santa and some noisy, overdressed and shiny clean small humans were in front of us. A human puppy was even there and when it's Alpha handed it off to the Santa, the poor thing whimpered, screamed and cried uncontrollably.

That got me all super-amped and I strained at my leash to control the situation. The elf-humans were useless. If only I could herd this strange human pack into a tight circle! All chaos would then cease.

And, then it was my turn to meet the Santa Human.

I had no idea I, Fenway, would be placed on his lap. He was affable about it and tolerated my writhing around and general excitement—up to a point. I was like a whirling dervish.

We wonder if Neiman Marcus will change the rules about who gets to visit Santa next year.

Santa asked what I wanted for Christmas—

I barked out my wish list loud and clear!

Santa's beard caught my attention.

Oooh, he's a human stuffie!

I slurped Santa fiercely and his beard tickled my tongue!

This is the moment I decided I was done with Santa.

Poor Santa is staring off into space while I danced on his lap,

From this point on, everything

is out of focus 'cause I was on the move!

I was a whirling, twirling demon of a border collie.

I've had enough of Santa.

He's probably had enough of me!

I just want off this dude's lap pronto!

Me vs. Them

2008-12-18T13:27:00.004-05:00

It started with a trickle. And then a flood of Christmas cards, photos with Santa Claus and happy tidings came into my house.

And guess what!!!! Almost all of them were for me! But, I guess that's not news to any of my canine bloggerini's, is it?

I have so many Christmas cards that they

can't even fit into one picture!

Now, my friends at DWB, let's contrast my

card largesse with that of The Alphas.

I don't want to be cruel, but I'll just say that

the next picture speaks for itself.

Sad display for The Humans, isn't it?

Which leads me to ask—rhetorically, of course—who is is winning the popularity contest in my den?

All I can say is,

Dogz Rule!

True Blood

2008-12-17T11:47:00.007-05:00

Against her better judgement, Ms. Alpha is hooked on the new HBO series, True Blood. It's about vampires and humans in the dating pool. So complicated...so silly, yet so entertaining.

I stayed up to with them to watch a marathon session they TiVo'ed. It was scary, especially when the sun went down and the fangs came out. And guess what!!!!!????? A border collie is featured in a cameo role!

I've learned some new skills and am ready

for the next vampire blockbuster! This is my method acting.

Hunky, lovelorn bar owner Sam occasionally pauses from restocking the beer case to scratch behind his ear when he turns into a border collie—and a red border collie at that!!! It seems that Sam's a shapeshifter. And, though Sam may look a bit clueless and confused in his human state, he is wise enough to morph into the smartest dog in the pack.

Now I understand why Sam is always licking himself—because he can!

Sam was kind enough to lay out the shapeshifting rules:

1. He can turn into any animal, but leans towards dogs, because everyone loves a dog.
2. He needs an actual animal to use as the shapeshifting blueprint.
3. He can't do humans—too complex.
4. He can usually control the impulse, except on a full-moon night, at which point he can only turn back into a human once he falls asleep.
5. But that DOESN'T make him a werewolf—got it? But yes, werewolves do exist.
6. There's several thousand other shapeshifters out there, but he hasn't found them, and he doesn't know if it runs in genealogy because he was adopted. (And abandoned.)

That still leaves a lot of questions unanswered:

• Should you feed your shapeshifter gluten-free kibble?

• Should shapeshifters avoid rawhide?

• Would a raw diet make shapeshifters more blood-thirsty like a vampire?

• What do you do if your shapeshifter doesn't get along well with other shapeshifters at the shapeshifter park?

Meanwhile, we are left wondering what kind of tricks Sam has mastered. Can he balance a biscuit on his nose and flip it into his mouth?

Oooh, yes he can! Good boy! Attaboy, Sam! Whozagooboy? Yes you are, Sam!

Open Wide!

2008-12-15T15:12:00.005-05:00

It starts with a little grin...

Then I start to spread my lips...

I crinkle my eyes in delight...

And then the happiness floods all over my face...

Until I smile confidently....

And I'm pure joy!

(Ms. Alpha calls me Happiness)

My big brother Chance gets the prize for the longest grin!