I have a new dog. Actually, I've had Miss Ellie since October, 07. I lost Molly in August, 07, and had no plans to get another dog so soon, if ever. Have you heard the phrase, 'If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans'?
My first dog was an Airedale mix from the pound, a scruffy hobo-like dog name Jake, whom I adored. He was flighty, unreliable, hard to catch and harder to pin down, rather like I was during those years I had him. But he was lovable and a great watchdog, and I was crushed when I lost him at 12 to cancer.
Molly, a Border Collie/Lab/whatever mix found me when my dad and I went to the pound to get a dog. She was 1 year or so old, perfectly trained and well mannered. She barked at and chased everything. She was a 35 pound lap dog, affectionate and loyal and always smiling. She allowed me to dress her up every Christmas and take her picture, though I could tell she was horrified whevever that Santa hat came out; she refused to smile.
Miss Ellie is a Border Collie, chocolate brown and white, around 2 years old, I think. She was badly abused as a pup, left to die in a crate alongside a freeway. She still has a few quirks that I suspect I will never understand. She is full of joy, bright eyes and a big smile, always curled up at my feet or poking me with whatever toy she insists I simply MUST throw RIGHT NOW!! She found me when I needed peace, and her gentle, calm soul keeps me grounded.
I suspect Molly has communicated a warning to Miss Ellie regarding the Christmas hat and the dreaded Christmas photograph. Ellie absolutely refuses to allow me to take her picture.
1 comments:
Your blogs about your family and your dogs (family too) shows the kind of feeling that goes into your family and I am blessed to have you as a friend. LL
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