James Bond

James Bond, Bond for short, was born in May of 2008. He is so very different from Stella when she was his age. She was the Whirling Dervish and Bond is more like the secret agent he was named after. Although his namesake tends to trash a lot of really cool stuff during his missions, this version of Bond has ruined nothing, although I am still waiting.

I got Bond in July of 2008 and immediately took him on the road with me. We went to several trials together and the young lad became wonderfully socialized to the entire scene. When he was just a wee babe, John would let him tag along to help with chores and John would pick him up so he didn't get trampled. Bond helped us with moving electro-net he became quite accomplished at not getting tangled up in it. When the grass was too long to come along he would just hang back and wait. He went for walks at trials with whomever was walking their dogs. He became quite well known to Viki and Carol as he was often trying to load himself up into Viki's van. Viki's van looks an awful lot like mine. Those weeks on the road made Bond think that we actually lived in the van, or at John and Cynthia's farm - he wasn't quite sure which. Once we got home, Bond settled into day to day life here in the city. He and Stella were fast friends. Data's hate for stupid puppies was evident, once again, from the get go. Data and Bond have since resolved their differences, Bond insisted on that, and they are good friends now.

Late last year, Bond had a small lump on his lymph node that became an enormous lump in very short order. After a few hundred dollars at various vets and a hefty round of antibiotics, he is a healthy pup.

I have had him on sheep a couple of times. Once when he was 11 weeks old at Grass Creek Park. He was a brilliant 11 week old. At present he is very keen albeit a bit youthful still. I am planning a trip south to take him to his birthplace for a visit and a further introduction to working sheep.

As always, I am ever hopeful that he and I will be stars.