What a great dog. I had a border collie that was smart and fun like Merle, but that was over 13 years ago. I cried for 3 years until I got another dog. I will cry again.
I love how the author, after telling stories about Merle for a while, changes direction and then gives scientific information on dogs. I recall his believing that dogs think and reason things out. Yes, and while some scientists don’t believe this, well, they have never had a smart dog. He shows some good examples, or the fact that they also learn from watching others. I know this to be true as well. My first border collie, Megan, just looked at me when I threw her the Frisbee a few times. Each time I had to go get the Frisbee. Then I told my husband to stand across from me, and we threw the Frisbee back and forth to each other, and I saw a light bulb going off in my dog’s head. Then I threw it to her, and she ran to catch it. After that she loved catching Frisbees. What is so hard about that for dumb scientists to understand? I saw a lot of light bulbs going off in her head. Like the time she came to the screen door to want in, and I didn’t want to get up, but the side door was open, so I said, “Go around,” and she looked at me as if saying, “What?” And then I motioned with my hand to go around, and the light bulb went off. She ran around to the side door and came into the house. The dog we have now learned that as well. Mocha is a very smart border collie.
Merle was found in the desert alone. He attached himself to the author and his friends that were on a canoe trip. Sometimes the best dogs are those that people have left behind. After the canoe trip, with Merle jumping out of the canoe to chase cattle, and my wondering if she would ever find her new owner again, the author took her to Kelly, WY to live.
Merle ran free, just as dogs should, unless they are vicious. All my dogs when I was growing up ran free. I only recall one bad incident when my dog ran up to a man and jumped up on him, getting his clothing dirty. Oh, well. He survived. Well, I remember another: One of my dogs was found dead on the highway that went through town.
But the thing with allowing your dog to run free now-a-days is dogcatchers. Well, we had them where I grew up, and I recall hearing on the news that someone had let all the dogs out one night. I learned that it was my friends Paulette and Ellen who had done the good deed. Paulette said at first they began following them, but then the dogs finally took off in different directions. Well, one day the dog catcher came into Kelly, WY and began collecting dogs, but Merle thought that he was pretty smart. The owners of the dogs would just drive into Jackson and pick them up and let them out again. The dogcatcher gave up for some reason, maybe the person who had complained about the dogs running wild gave up complaining.
I like the day that the author had his new cabin completed, and the floors had just been varnished. He came home and Merle had gone through the dog door, walked around the cabin and then stood on the porch looking at his owner when he came home. His owner had the floors redone, all except where Merle had stood on the balcony.
Well, I could go on and on about this book; I loved it that much.
But then, I promised myself that I would not read the last chapter about Merle’s dying. I did not keep that promise, and so last night I read what felt like 50 pages of the last horrible years of Merle's life and then his demise. I cried my heart out. Damn. Why do authors do this? Can’t they end a book by saying that the dog lived to a ripe old age and leave it at that? I mean it was blow by blow, and my mind went back to Megan’s death and my being glad that it was only a day. I was at my mom’s funeral when she had a big seizure, and my husband had to have her put to sleep. Then I worried about the dog we have now because she is getting old, and this will be another blow, but then no more dogs for us.