Andy

January 30, 1995 to September 26, 2005

Andy was born in the home of Patti, Rick & Cassidy Ricker to Bonnie the border collie. He was sired by the sheltie down the street. On March 10, 1995, he came to live with Ed & Sarah Peet. He was a proud graduate of Joyce Morgan's Dog School where he continued his graduate studies until last Tuesday. He specialized in high jumps and anything that was rewarded with a piece of cheese. He loved to catch the Frisbee and demanded Frisbee time, rain or shine, every day of his life through last Friday. He loved chasing his plastic newspapers indoors and insisted on playing chase any time there was company. He was a great car-rider and went on vacations to Dallas, Odessa & Ruidoso. He loved to take walks, and we had some awesome hikes in the mountains outside Ruidoso. He loved his people and tolerated his cats. Like every good border collie, he herded everyone, and he made up rules and just worked with his people until they followed them! He loved his rituals and used his "border collie stare" when he didn't get them.

Andy is survived by his people, Sarah & Ed and his cats, Josie, Bear & Morton. He is also survived by his dog cousins Wahoo & Skyy and lots of extended family and friends. We are sad but enormously grateful for 10 rich years with an awesome dog!

Sarah

Andy was born of a border collie mother and a sheltie father, but he looked and acted like a full-blooded border collie. He loved to play Frisbee and learned it without any coaching, as if he were born to play. His Frisbee playing came with his own set of rules which he modified as he saw fit. He loved to run and catch the Frisbee but refused to return it. Because of that, we usually kept 20 or so Frisbees in the back yard and would throw them one way and then back again. In his later years, Sarah and I played with him every night, but he insisted that Sarah play first. If I tried to play with him before Sarah, he would just stare at the back door waiting for Sarah to come out. He also insisted that I sit on the bench with Sarah to throw to him.

Although Sarah and I called it his "second favorite game", I think that playing with the water from the hose was really his favorite. Even if he was tired from playing Frisbee, he would always come to life when someone picked up the hose. He loved to run through the water, preferably jumping high, and snapping at the water. He would play that game until he was exhausted.

He also loved to fetch "squeaky" toys and would play that for hours when he was a pup. Whenever we visited someone or whenever we had visitors, he expected a squeaky toy fetch game. He knew exactly where to play at home or in Dallas and Odessa.

Andy went to dog school from the time he was about 8 months old until the week before he died. Joyce Morgan gave us private lessons for the last 5 or so years of his life. Although he was a good student in most areas, he was very stubborn and would refuse to perform at least one of his tasks every week. These lessons were fun for Andy, Joyce, and me. Andy loved to go to school and see Joyce, Margaret, and whoever else was there. I never had any intention to show him, mainly for one reason: whenever anyone would clap, he would go crazy by barking and running around. But the time we spent with Joyce was very satisfying.

Andy had so many good qualities that it's hard to remember them all now.