My parents bought a different place and we moved. The new place was not far from where we were living, but it was much larger. We went from 5 acres of property to 30 acres. Wow! It seemed huge! My sister and I would race all over the property on our poines pretending to be Indians, pioneers, Star Wars characters, or what ever else our imagination could come up with. All the while, we had a special, faithful companion. She was quite unimaginatively named "Pup".
Pup was a female Border Collie that came to us as a puppy by way of Fat Man. I'm sure this individual had a real name, but have no clue as to what it was, for that's always what everyone called him. He was a HUGE guy, and very nice. He also had Border Collie dogs. One day, my dad came home as told us that Fat Man said we could have a puppy, our pick. We were so excited!
We went to Fat Man's barn where the puppies were rolling around on the floor. They were all so CUTE! We finally decided on a puppy...of course Dad guided us toward a female. She was not only to be our companion, but Fluff was still the Boss dog, and Dad did not want any issues with dog fights.
Pup turned out to be the best friend I had during that time in my life. She was smart, responsive, and not annoying. She would not make herself obnoxious, but she went everywhere we went. As Pup grew, so did her protectiveness over "her" kids.
As I said earlier, we lived on 30 acres of land. Some of this was open land and some was woods. The neighboring property was very similar. Blackberry bushes grew in abundance over our land and the neighbors land..(which we were pretty much able to wander across uninhibited). We would go blackberry picking often so Mom could make blackberry cobbler! There were many times we went picking when we were sure there were snakes in the area, but we never saw them because Pup was on duty!
Friday, July 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Border Collie
The first dog I ever really remember is a dog my parents got from the dog pound at Ft. Benning, GA. He was a purebred Border Collie. We called him Fluff...I don't really know why because Fluff was not a puppy, while Fluff is definately a puppy name!
Fluff was full grown when we got him. He was a beautiful black and white and did have lots of fluffy hair around his neck. The Border Collie is a very intelligent, active dog and Fluff fit right in to our life. We lived on what my parents called their Mini-Ranch, which consisted of about 5 acres of property with a few cows, horses and an occassional goat. Fluff was the canine king of the ranch.
My dad would cut hay with a local farmer and would take Fluff with him. That dog loved to ride in the truck! He loved to ride on the trailer! Fluff would climb the hay bales to the top (and they stacked those things HIGH) and he would ride perched atop the hay with his hair blowing in the wind, tongue hanging out, almost eating the wind!
Next post will be the introduction of Fluffs mate.
Fluff was full grown when we got him. He was a beautiful black and white and did have lots of fluffy hair around his neck. The Border Collie is a very intelligent, active dog and Fluff fit right in to our life. We lived on what my parents called their Mini-Ranch, which consisted of about 5 acres of property with a few cows, horses and an occassional goat. Fluff was the canine king of the ranch.
My dad would cut hay with a local farmer and would take Fluff with him. That dog loved to ride in the truck! He loved to ride on the trailer! Fluff would climb the hay bales to the top (and they stacked those things HIGH) and he would ride perched atop the hay with his hair blowing in the wind, tongue hanging out, almost eating the wind!
Next post will be the introduction of Fluffs mate.
Welcome
Welcome to My-Life-In-Dogs. This blog is dedicated to those wonderful canine friends I have had throughout my life. I welcome your input, welcome you to tell about your special pals!
Dogs are so amazing. They are unconditional friends. They don't care if you don't wear the best clothes, aren't smart, pretty, strong, or any of the myriad of other qualifications that people put on each other. If you need to laugh - your dog is happy. If you need to cry, your best friend will lick your tears away. If you need someone to talk to, you dog will listen. Of course he can't give advice, but sometimes just having someone to listen can help you find answers.
I am plan to tell about the many dogs that have been my companion over my life. Some have been more memorible than others. Some made lasting impacts, some were simply pets who walked with me for a short while.
Share with me the stories of your favorite canine friend as well.
Dogs are so amazing. They are unconditional friends. They don't care if you don't wear the best clothes, aren't smart, pretty, strong, or any of the myriad of other qualifications that people put on each other. If you need to laugh - your dog is happy. If you need to cry, your best friend will lick your tears away. If you need someone to talk to, you dog will listen. Of course he can't give advice, but sometimes just having someone to listen can help you find answers.
I am plan to tell about the many dogs that have been my companion over my life. Some have been more memorible than others. Some made lasting impacts, some were simply pets who walked with me for a short while.
Share with me the stories of your favorite canine friend as well.
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