Frost the Dog!
She’s a beautiful Border Collie, 4 years old, and she is the sweetest girl you’ve ever seen.
I adopted Frost in December of 2014, when she was skinny and 6 months old at the Edmonton Humane Society. Afraid of the strange noises, and all of the people coming in and out, as soon as I saw her, I knew she was the one I was taking home that day. She was so sweet and I could tell she just needed someone. The Border Collie breed often gets overlooked because of their high energy needs, which is understandable. But I figure if she can deal with everything she has, I can deal with an extra long jog after work and hours of fetch.
That first night at home, she wouldn’t leave my side. The kitties were scaring her, yelling rules at her, “Don’t touch me, don’t eat my food, don’t look at me…”, and everything was new all over again.
The next day she was an entirely different pup. I discovered she had some pretty severe food and toy anxiety, and she felt like she had to fight for the things that were hers.
Here’s this seemingly sweet and innocent little pup, suddenly turned into this lip curling, dominant dog.
Over the next few months, Frost and I put in work. I taught her about trust in people and animals, and I showed her that if she’s in trouble, I will protect her, she doesn’t need to do that for herself anymore. The kitties and I taught her about family and love, and how they aren’t really that scary, in fact, the kitties like to play too, and they’re pretty fun! Frost got so great that she would even drag her rope around the apartment to get the kitties to play, sharing her toys, and eating out of her bowl while my friend’s kitten sat in it and played with Frost’s kibbles. She learned tricks like heel, sit, stay, back up, go potty, bring it, big spoon, etc., she loved being stimulated and exercising her brain! Of course, before she knew all of these things, Frost and her little teeth were quite the nightmare. As a Border Collie, she is extremely smart, which means she needed extensive training, or Collies get destructive, and before I even remotely got the chance to teach her anything at all, I came home from work one day, she had destroyed a bag of potatoes from my cupboard, (not eaten, just incinerated), pulled a dresser drawer out of my solid wood dresser, shredded that as well, and was working on the table leg when I walked in the front door.
Oh those were the days let me tell you.
Fast forward about another 8 months, Frost has turned into an amazing girl, outgoing, loves people so much! All of the people! Mum is dating, Frost doesn’t mind, but Mum’s boyfriends don’t always include Frost, (Why do you think they never lasted?). Mum signs up for Tinder, that’s exciting I guess, but then Mum meets Thomas. OH MY GOD THOMAS. Frost fell in love. He met her, rubbed her belly, threw a ball, and she was done for. Heck, even if I’d wanted to get rid of him, (NEVER!), I don’t think she would have let me. That was Frost’s new daddy, before Thomas even had a clue, and he never had a choice. From that moment on, Frost became a different kind of dog. She became more relaxed, and patient, and maybe she started listening a bit less, because she doesn’t have to with Dad.
Here’s the thing about Frost. She’s smart. Too smart.
She will find a loophole in everything, and she will pin Thomas and I against each other.
As the trainer, I’m the disciplinarian. Frost likes to play it up that she’s a daddy’s girl, subsequently getting away with whatever she wants, despite what Mum says.
If you literally ask her to pick between us, she will choose him every single time.
SHE USED TO BE MY BABY AND NOW SHE’S JUST UNGRATEFUL.
I GAVE HER LIFE.
Anyway, Thomas and Frost and the kitties and I all moved in together. Frost was so freaking excited, she gets to see her dad everyday now! About a month later, Thomas got deployed. He was off in Poland for six months, and you could hear the sound of Frost’s heart breaking, because her Daddy was gone. She would cry and cry at the front door, and she would stand in the front window and wait for his truck to come home.
When he got back, she had changed again. I had started the daycare, to socialize her, and maybe take her mind off of Thomas being gone, so a lot had changed in less than a year, and she was having a hard time adjusting. He came home and her brain just got sent into a frenzy. Dad is home, but will he stay? Is he going to leave me again? Where is he going? Why won’t he take me with him? If she even caught him lingering by an outside door without bringing her, she would start to cry and have an anxiety attack. On top of that, Frost refused to play with any of the dogs that came to daycare, as if she thought that trading all of her fun would mean she could have her Dad back forever and he would never leave again, but of course, that didn’t work the way she wanted.
Thomas has been home for 6 months now, and Frost is finally starting to relax again. She is used to Thomas’s regular work schedule again, and she knows on the weekend he sometimes goes to the gym, and that’s okay, because so far, Dad has always come back. She has a couple of daycare pups she’ll play with but that’s only like every 8th day, if it’s a full moon, and Frost has to have eaten her breakfast in exactly 12.7 minutes. No more, no less. Otherwise she gets salty. She has rules and boundaries, and the other dogs know she’s a grouch sometimes, so they give her space until she’s ready.
Well, she’s ready, visit Mars’ page to see!