(as told to Elaine Stevens)
@ 1998 by Mindy Curtis
P. O. Box 563
Vail, AZ 85641
email mincurtis@aol.com
This is the story of an extraordinary Australian Shepherd,
"Dixie", who, during the short time she was with us, touched our
hearts and our lives in unbelievable ways, and left us with many fond memories
of what a true cowdog and companion should be.
Kevin and I had been ranching for quite a while and had
decided that we badly needed a dog to help us. In fact, we had acquired more
than one Australian Shepherd, but had not been able to find one who had both the
personality to fit into our busy family, and also the ability to help us with
our daily chores.
The Dixie that came to us was not the Dixie we were
supposed to get. Roger and Elaine Stevens had chosen Dixie as the pick of the
females resulting from a cross between their Blue Bear and Sally, and had
planned to keep her. But at the last minute, they decided they wanted us to have
the very best pup they had, so they sent Dixie.
Dixie arrived in September of 1994, a little blue merle
package of fun, talent, and boundless energy. She came off the airplane ready to
go and we knew right away that the old saying "Dynamite comes in small
packages" was true. We named her Dixie Bear of Pincie Creek, because she
came from the Deep South, and for her sire. At the time Dixie arrived we were in
Rush, Colorado on a yearling cattle ranch. All the hands knew that we were
supposed to be getting a cow dog, and they were eagerly anticipating her
arrival. I’ll never forget, there was one seasoned, grizzled, tough as nails
old cowhand named Don Craven. Having seen a lot of dogs that were supposed to be
cowdogs but were not, he was not easily impressed by dogs. He came to the house
to see Dixie, watched her for a while, then solemnly announced, "Well, NOW
you’ve got yourself a cowdog." And walked out the door without
another word.
He was right. When Dixie was just a few months old she was
already helping move the yearlings from one pasture to another. One day about
fifty head of yearlings had gone through the fence into a lush clover pasture.
Two hands on horseback had been trying for a couple of hours to take them
through the gate, back where they belonged, but without success. They could
barely get a couple of yearlings through, and as soon as some of the hands left
to go get the rest of the cattle, the ones that had gone through the gate broke
and ran back out to join their comrades. About that time Kevin happened to come
along with Dixie. He watched the cowboys trying unsuccessfully to pen the
cattle, and one of them rather sarcastically suggested, "Why don’t you
take your dog and put them in?" So Kevin did, and within twenty minutes the
yearlings were where they were supposed to be. Dixie was amazing - full of
presence, even at this young age, with very little bark. She didn’t need to
bark - she was so authoritative that the stock moved off her immediately - they
knew she meant business!! The only time she barked was when she needed us to
hurry up - we weren’t keeping up with her working ability - or something very
much out of the ordinary was happening. During our time in Rush she was exposed
to ducks, sheep, goats, yearlings, and heifers during calving season. Dixie was
extremely versatile and could switch back and forth between the different types
of stock with no problem. She even worked FROGS - we have a tape to prove it!!
While at Rush we were fortunate (?) enough to own a few
goats. We had a white one, a black one, and a brown one. How she knew which one
was which we will never understand, but we could tell Dixie, "Go get the
white goat!" and she would bring the white one. Next the black one, and so
on ... she knew each one by its color and never failed to bring the right goat.
Although Dixie was loyal to the whole family, she was Kevin’s
dog and there was no doubt about it. She bonded to him and even though she
tolerated me, Dixie was Kevin’s sweetheart. (Photo right -- Dixie giving her
beloved Kevin a kiss.) She idolized him, was devoted to
him, never left his side, went everywhere he went, hung on his every word and
movement. She was great with our two children, Amanda and Randy, and slept with
Randy every night. We have pictures of Dixie riding the kids’ rocking horse.
(See above photo.)
The only time Dixie paid me any attention was when it was
to her advantage and she could coerce me into getting something she wanted. Any
other time, the only voice she heard was Kevin’s. When and if Kevin told her
to "Go help Mom" she would, but I’m sure from her expression that
she was cursing Kevin for sending her to me. When Dixie was helping me move
cattle she would find, gather up, and move a group towards me and my horse. Then
she would run to me, bark once, spin in a circle, and run back to HER herd that
SHE HAD SENT down toward the ranch headquarters, where we were headed. In the
event she didn’t think I was moving quickly enough, she would motivate me to
hurry up by running between me and the herd, making sure I didn’t lose them!!
People who say animals can’t talk didn’t know Dixie. She made it very clear
to me that those were HER cattle, that SHE was in control, that SHE knew shat
SHE was doing, and that I was just sort of along for the ride.
I must admit that in the beginning it was a little hard for
me to really like a dog that plainly thought I was not important in her life. I
had really hoped that our new dog would bond with me and be my "best
buddy". But when I saw how devoted she was to Kevin and also to my
children, and how much help she was, I could not help loving her.
Dixie was, first and foremost, a COWDOG. She could be a
pet, usually only to kids, which she loved dearly, and on occasion to me and
Kevin. But if there was work to be done - don’t bother her - stand aside and
WATCH OUT!! The work WOULD BE DONE!!.
In August of 1995 we decided to move to another ranch at
Nucla, Colorado and of course, Dixie made the move with us. The terrain was
different - we went from plains to rough mountain country - and also the
operation was different - now we were working a cow/calf operation. Kevin would
send Dixie out into the brush after cattle and she would find strays and bring
them back to the herd Kevin had already gathered. Then Kevin would send her out
again and off she would go -- seeking, gathering, and moving cows and calves off
the mountain. Then she and Kevin would drive the herd down to the camp.
About two weeks after we moved the first cattle drive was
held, driving cattle down from the mountains. Kevin left for the cow camp which
was full of brush and just yucky country to have to look for and drive cows in.
The other cowboys whipped out their bullwhips and began to pop them in the brush
so they could locate the cows that were hiding. Dixie had never seen nor heard a
bullwhip, and she immediately took off for high country. The brush was so thick
that you could almost lose your horse out from under you in it, so a scared
young pup that was running and hiding was going to be virtually impossible to
find. Kevin panicked. His partner was gone. But priorities are priorities, and
Kevin had bulls to move and couldn’t quit until he was done, Dixie or no
Dixie. Several hours later Kevin finished up and returned to camp to search for
Dixie. She was not at the camp, so he took the truck and went out again, looking
and calling. No sign of Dixie. Kevin was heartbroken, and returned sadly to
camp. When he arrived, the cook told Kevin his dog had come back, said she
tracked the horses into camp and came walking in. Not only that, but found our
geldings in the corral, and laid down by them, refusing to respond to anyone’s
command - even to get a drink of water or be petted - until Kevin returned to
camp. This young pup had found her way back over several miles of unfamiliar
mountain trails by following her horses’ trail!!
That same week she took on her first set of bulls that were
fighting. She did an awesome job of separating them, considering that she was
only 14 months old. She never quit, no matter how tired she was or hard the job
was. She had grit that was unbelievable. After only two weeks on the new job,
she had a reputation and was being bragged about in all the bunkhouses and
around the campfires.
Dixie’s first encounter with a bear came that summer. We
were at the "cow camp" staying in a cabin. One night we heard Dixie
barking, which was unusual. After investigating we found that she had found a
brown bear cub. We think he got separated from his mama. The cub was trying to
approach the cabin and Dixie was determined that he wasn’t coming near the
cabin and her family. What a dog!!
Her second encounter with bears came during hunting season
on Colorado’s western slope. Somehow three young bears had joined up with the
herd and were running and traveling with it. They were with the cows, smelled
like cows from running with them, and were fuzzy like cows...so... Kevin sent
Dixie out to gather the herd and then heard her barking - very unlike Dixie -
and waited to see what was going on. Almost instantly cows and calves start
bursting through the brush toward the clearing where Kevin is sitting horseback.
He heard Dixie barking again and encouraged her to "Bring ‘it’ on
out." "It" turned out to be three bears with Dixie following,
herding them right to Kevin!! Kevin yelled, "Down, Dix - Don’t bring
them!! Don’t bring them!!". All ended well - after Dixie downed the three
bears broke off from the herd and ran into the brush, looking for Goldilocks, I’m
sure!!
We finally convinced Dixie that she didn’t need to herd
the elk and the deer on the mountain in with the cow herd and bring them to
camp. She thought anything with four legs that could move should be brought
in...whatever it was. The clown -- she just tried tooooo hard!!
Kevin and I knew that we had an extraordinary dog. She had
unbelievable natural instinct, because all these wonderful things she did, she
did on her own!! Kevin and I were complete novices and had no idea how to even
begin training a dog. Dixie was a natural. Aware of her talent, we decided we
would like to compete in some ASCA stockdog trials, but first we had to learn
what we were doing. So in June of 1996 we attended a stockdog clinic. The
instructor was a die hard border collie person whose first comment to us was,
"Now I will show you the benefit of a Border Collie over the so called cow
dog...an Aussie." There was a course set up, border collie style. Others
had their turn and were not successful. The instructor asked Kevin, in a
sarcastic tone, if he wanted to take his dog and try. Kevin said,
"Sure." Well, by using just everyday "ranch" commands and
signals, he directed Dixie (who had never worked in an arena before) and they
successfully completed the course is a very short time period of time!!
By this time Dixie had quite a reputation and was famous
for miles around. One day, I left to go to town. Kevin was still at the house
and right after I left he let Dixie out for her morning run. On the long road
from our house to civilization I saw a strange pickup truck headed toward our
place. I thought it was odd, but then I thought maybe someone was going to see
Kevin, or maybe they were lost. I should have turned around and gone back home
but I didn’t. About thirty minutes after he had let her out, Kevin went to the
door to let Dixie in. She was not there. He called but she did not respond.
Kevin knew immediately that something was wrong. She would not have left
voluntarily; we are certain of that. We looked for weeks, advertised, rode
around looking, did everything we could to find our dog. We were heartbroken. We
never saw Dixie alive again. However, some time later an acquaintance delivered
some decomposed remains to us in a burlap bag, saying he thought he’d found
our dog in a dump. We could not positively identify the remains but the collar
was Dixie’s. Cute, funny, incredible little Dixie, who was not even two years
old and had her whole career ahead of her. We believe she was murdered by
someone with a vicious, crooked mind who was jealous. We cannot even begin to
understand why or how someone could do this to a dog who had never harmed
anyone, so we try not to think about it. Dixie is gone, and nothing can bring
her back.
There are those who say that the dogs of the past are
really not as good as we remember them being, and that their feats grow with
time and every time the tales are repeated. Not so with Dixie. She was every bit
as good as I’ve written, and more. I do not have the words nor the ability to
fully describe her. She was a one in a million dog, and Kevin and I know that if
we bought a thousand more dogs in our lifetime, there will never be another
Dixie. It was an honor and a blessing for us to have owned her for the short
time we did. She was small in stature, but huge in heart. She taught us the
meaning of devotion and what a true cowdog is supposed to be. The void she left
in our hearts will never be filled, and we will never, ever forget her.
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