A COLLIE DOG NAMED DAWN
February 9th, 2010 | 
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This is the true story of how my sister and I got our collie dog. My mother, sister, and I went to Missouri to visit my grandparents. My dad had to stay home. One day my grandmother had to take her dog, Tippy, to the vet, and my sister and I went along too. We were greeted at the door by a beautiful collie dog that looked just like Lassie only without the white stripe on her face. She was all things beautiful and she loved us from the start. We both knew we absolutely had to have her.
Dawn was a registered collie from a collie farm near Springfield. The problem was that she had a cyst on her ovary which had to be removed, which would also entail a histerectomy. The collie farm just couldn’t afford another spayed collie dog as they already had three others. The vet said that they would pay for the operation, if he could just find a home for her, otherwise he was instructed to put her to sleep in three days. My sister and I were devastated by the thought of this beautiful and elegant three-year-old collie being put to sleep.
My mother at first said no, My dad at home was screaming “Do NOT bring that dog home, DO NOT BRING THAT DOG HOME!” But, we begged, pleaded, and used the crying tactic. We told our mother it would be cold blooded murder to allow that dog to be killed. My mother kept saying, “you know who will end up having to take care of her–me!” We promised that wouldn’t happen. If it did, she could cancel our allowance for the rest of our lives.
My mother talked to my dad again. The answer was the same. “DO NOT BRING THAT DOG HOME, DO NOT, DO NOT, DO NOT!!”
Well, our theatrics worked, and guess what? We brought the dog home.!!
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Our bulldogs are funny, exasperating, stubbborn, and oh so loving.
We have Bridgette, the little 19 lb independant girl who looks at you with searching eyes. When I don’t feel good she cuddles up uder my chin. When all is well again she is prancing away from me when I call her and so full of mischief.
And Jabba, who is 10 lbs larger, who NEEDS a lap. He follows me everywhere, and if I’m not in sight gives out the most mournful howl…every time I sit he is right there by my side. I call him my velcro dog.
When I talk to them they tilt their heads and look at me as if they just get the right frequency it will make sense. I love those eyes, those smiles, it really lifts my spirits.
One of the most endearing, yet annoying traits of my flat nosed dogs are what I call love snot. They get right up in my face, and I’m petting and looking into thoses eyes, and a big sigh comes out of that barrel chest, and out the nose, spraying my face and clouding my glasses.
Ah such contentment.
I just cant decide what kind of dog I love the most. Of course I love them all. Thank you for such a interesting website.
Bridgie and Jabba are up to mischief. Little baby blackbird decided to try out his wings in the yard, and Bee zeroed in on him, and I had to rescue this little baby from her mouth. Poor thing was chirping and had his mouth wide open when I pulled him out. He hopped over to the bushes, and shortly after an adult swooped down. After some discussion the little thing hopped off to the lilac bushes. We kept our dogs and cat out of the area, but they so badly wanted out the door. Then today another fledging landed in the yard. Little bird is so cute. I just wish their parents were more digilent. Maybe a peck from a blackbird would hold more weight than our scoldings! Love my doggies!