My Canine American Icon

Collie Gus in the Field

Celebrity Association

My dog gets cat-called more than I do. I can’t take him anywhere without cries of “Lassie!” inundating my ears. Gus, my vain and glorious Collie, thrives on the attention. I do not. (He is a social dog, and I am a painfully unsocial human.)

Usually, I’ll smile like I haven’t already heard the Lassie comments 4,000 times and counting, which may sound like an excessive exaggeration but probably isn’t. Once, I took him along to a local fair, while my friend and I counted how often we heard “Lassie!” We gave up after fifty. That was one occasion, and my dog goes everywhere with me.

More often than not, I enjoy having such a nostalgic dog that reminds people of the canine TV hero of their childhood. On my grumpy days, however, I become uncomfortable with all the notoriety. “Gus, do you think you could tone it down?” I’ll ask him. “Could you maybe throw on sunglasses or a hoodie and hide your identity?”


Mistaken Identity

Once, when Gus’s majestic face and mane were hanging out my car window at a gas station, a drunken man said, “What’s that, Lassie? Did Johnny fall in the lake?” Then he cackled like he’d just proclaimed the funniest joke known to man.

Of course, it’s common to hear that line too, but he didn’t even get the reference right. (Timmy, I thought. Not “Johnny.” Timmy fell in the well.) I speculated his level of inebriation had something to do with the misquote.

Also due to Lassie, I’m sure, most people seem to assume Gus is a girl, which is ironic since all the Lassies have been males. It’s as if there is this subconscious idea that all Collies are females, sort of the canine equivalent of hermaphroditic earthworms or Amazons reproducing without the aid of males. (Don’t need no man!)

Younger Generation

My favorite occurrence of my dog being hit on happened during one of our daily walks. A man drove past us, reversed his car, rolled down his window, and over-excitedly called, “That’s LASSIE!” like he’d just sighted Sasquatch.

Somehow I didn’t want to disappoint this enthusiastic man with Gus’s real name, and I was tired. So I thought, Why fight it? and just went with it, smiling and saying, “Yeah.”

He kept slowly driving next to us, grinning at Gus. Upon noticing Freckles, my roommate’s dog I’d brought along, he was practically ecstatic. “That’s Lassie AND her baby!” he cried, as if he’d further discovered Sasquatch not only existed, but had a child.

Again, I didn’t bother to set the record straight. Squinting at Freckles, I thought, Sure, why not. Gus could be a girl and have a puppy. No matter that the puppy ascribed to him was actually an Australian Shepherd/Great Pyrenees cross. Close enough.

Suddenly, he looked to his adorable passenger, a small boy perhaps five years old. “That’s Lassie, son,” he said gravely, for all the world like he was introducing him to a great American icon. Seriously, in the tone of a tour guide saying, “And that, son, is the Statue of Liberty, built when our country used to love taking in immigrants…”

A teachable moment, to be sure. I fondly imagined that was when he realized his young boy had no idea who Lassie was, and that they would be watching Lassie reruns together over popcorn later that night. (The dad with that same giddiness, and the boy wondering why the on-screen characters weren’t colored in.)

Emily Sowulewski

About Emily Sowulewski

Emily is an avid writer, blogger, and Collie lover who collects and posts stories about Collies from around the world. Submit a story, ask a question, or just say hi; Emily would love to hear from you.

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