From Mice to Rice

Well I would like to start by saying that after 6 1/2 days of freedom, Elliot the mouse has finally been recaptured. How he survived in a house with 2 dogs and a cat running round is beyond me. He must be some kind of super mouse or something.

I noticed he had escaped his cage last Friday morning and figured he had made his way out the front door. Sightings continued over the weekend; however, with Rose alerting me to his presence under the stove on Sunday night. A few more days passed before he was spotted this afternoon running under the lounge. An elaborate rescue attempt was put into place, which involved putting Bermuda in a small cage inside a larger cage, hoping he would go inside to try to get to her. He is now in a plastic storage box awaiting the purchase of a new cage with smaller bar spacings. If anyone is interested in a cage for a rat, let me know...

Almost in



Ok, now how do I get back out again?



3 Reasons why you should not come to dinner at my house

1. I have a tendency to turn on the wrong element so that the water doesn't ever heat up.

2. It is likely that there will be dog hair in your rice. It creeps into the pot of water I am trying to boil.



3. Once I finally work out why the water isn't boiling I turn on the correct element, pour in the rice, then forget all about cooking and take the dogs for a walk. An hour later the house will really smell and your rice will look like this:

Meet the Relatives

First we have Rose, the poor Siamese stuck with all these dogs. Until 6 months ago she had never even met a dog in all her 6 years. Now she is the boss of hundreds. All dogs must bow before her and the best position on my lap is reserved for Her Royal Highness.



Maddi, my sister's dog. 3 months older than Cody, she was the first to enter our extended family. She now lives at my mum's house.



Missi, belongs to my other sister. She also lives at mum's house and spends the day being savaged by Maddi. Poor thing has always got scabs on her face from her evil cousin. She was rescued, along with her brother, by my sister and her friend when she was about 14 weeks. She was bred by someone who thought it would be cool to teach his pups to fight each other -headdesk-

Question Time

I'm sure a few people must be wondering who I am and what this blog is about. Basically I am the poor person who has fallen in love with Border Collies and has been sucked into the world of dog sports as a result. Don't get me wrong, I love all these sports and spending time training my dogs, it just doesn't seem to work well with the other goal of finding me a man.

What the hell is a Codech?

Basically, the name comes from the three dogs that have shared their life with me. Cody, Delta, and Charlie.

Cody, a Border Collie x Australian Cattle Dog, was the dog that really sucked me into the competitive world of dog sports. He became mine after a deal was finally sealed with my ex- he could have a projector TV if I could have a dog. Never underestimate how far a guy will go for technology. Unfortunately Cody died in March 2007, a week after his second birthday.



Delta, the female Border Collie I had wanted since childhood, entered my life in February 2007 as a mate for Cody. She only got to know him for 3 weeks...



Charlie, my exception to the rule dog. I shocked everyone at training by turning up one day with a dog that was not a border collie. I picked him up from the RSPCA when I decided Delta shouldn't be left alone, figuring that a Kelpie x Australian Cattle Dog would be fairly similar. Boy was I wrong. As much as I love him, he is definitely not comparable to a Border Collie.




So, what is this going to be about?

Well, I have just signed up for a company that finds homes for dogs to stay in while their owners are on holidays. Basically, my place will be a holiday resort for these poor pooches that are left behind. I'm expecting all sorts of weird and wonderful dogs to be coming through this place and I'm figuring there will be a tale (or is that tail?) to tell. I also look after dogs that are being pulled from shelters by rescues. Sometimes they can't take a dog for a few days or weeks so I keep them here until they can enter proper foster care.