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Whist is a good sized sable and white
bitch. I bred her myself out of Pam (half Beardie, half
Border Collie). Whist's sire was Sue
Price's dog, Bill, who was a full Beardie; therefore, Whist is three-quarters Beardie.
Whist was just a pup of around eight or
nine weeks of age when I took her along on a trip to visit with
friends in Scotland. Due to Whist's age, I also took Pam
along. Another person with Beardies lived near my friends. I
went to visit this gentleman in Jedburgh, John Tweedie, who
had been breeding Beardies for over forty years.
After a nice welcome and a chat, we had a
look around. John then asked to see Pam work. I let
her out of my vehicle. I sent her over the brow of a hill
where John said there were some sheep. Sure enough, in a
short while, Pam came over the hill bringing a bunch of ewes in
front of her at a nice steady pace. As she brought them to
us, John counted them and said that they were all there. I then
worked Pam around the field to demonstrate whatever John wanted
to see her do. After watching intently with a very
experienced eye, John said: "you can leave her here when
you go." Of course, this was not an option.
John then showed me around his place and introduced me to
his dogs. I was impressed with the manner in which they
were kept. Because John really wanted something out of Pam, I decided to
let Whist stay there for the benefit of his breeding programme. I told him I would
leave the pup on one condition. The condition was "that if ever she left his
farm, she was to come back to me." John agreed to this.
Whist was trained and broken for work by John. In time, she had a litter, or
two, while under John's care. Eventually, John was at the
stage in his life where he was going to gradually have his son
take over the farm. This, along with the fact that he had
pups from Whist, prompted John to contact me to see if I wanted
Whist back. We agreed to a location where we would meet for
Whist to change hands. This was to be at a Beardie
meet (a two-day weekend event) held annually at
Langdale in Cumbria, England. When the day arrived, we had a
nice day in each other's company (chatting and working dogs)
before leaving for our homes in opposite directions.
Whist soon settled in, and she made friends with me
and the other dogs. But with me originating from the South
Coast of England, and John being Scottish, I had a real
challenge to get her to work for me on voice command. My solution to this
dilemma was to take her, accompanied by another experienced
worker, where she could see the other dog's response to my
command. This worked. She caught on, and now
understands an English accent. She has produced very nice
puppies.
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