7 weeks old and 5 lbs...hard to believe it's been almost 2 years since I brought that rollie-pollie little Border Collie home...
Even as a puppy, it was extremely difficult to find Miz Mollie sleeping. I have one photo of her zonked out at 6 weeks old, head on my leg. It's been framed and bronzed and will not be shared here to prevent stalkers, blackmail and possible kidnapping attempts. And Franz is on call for backup.
At 10 weeks old, her Border Collie characteristics were already showing. If you look really closely, you can almost see the wings and halo. A future agility star, perhaps?
Or the resident little devil?
Curse those puppy stubs!! Even though she can now jump over the back of the couch, and is no longer smaller than her cousin Gizmo (the Chihuahua on the couch) she still loves 'dogging' around with her two best buddies.
At four months, her ears were coming up and she was actually outgrowing Gizmo. She slept on my pillow at night, and I came to learn that even puppies are fascinated by infusion set tubing.
And then she became obsessed with water. And what's better than water right in the house, all year long? Shower, anyone?
There were those Kodak moments when my Kodak (errr disposable camera) was woefully absent. Like the time I was running a bath, the bathroom door wide open. Wile E. Coyote decided she wanted to have a little jaunt in the tub...without realizing that the tub was already half full.
And then there were those indescribably frightful moments when she showed me how very conscious I have to be of her nature; she is uber-Border Collie. I can never forget this fact.
Just yesterday, I could pick her up and tuck her in the crook of my arm. But suddenly she was bigger than Lady, her Border Collie housemate.
And the cute, cuddly little puppy that inspired so many "oohs" and "ahhhhhs" started transforming and losing her puppy face.
She grew into the big ears; everything that was long about her suddenly looked right. Her long legs, her long neck, her long nose. Instead of being just cute and cuddly and having such a charismatic puppy attitude, Miz Mollie grew up overnight into a dog of substance. She is more precious to me now, having come into a little bit of her maturity, then she was as a cute-looking puppy. My constant companion, who is eager and willing to do anything for me.
Though she'll be two in April she remains, in spirit, as goofy and playful as she was when her face and form matched her inner youth. She makes everyone around her laugh at her antics, and I love her for every head-shaking thing that she does.
This summer, when all the snow has melted and the weather has warmed, Mollie and I may just be taking a trip out to meet some sheep. An encounter with a flock of ducks has shown (to what may be my inexperienced eyes) a strong herding instinct. And when chasing her walking buddy (a Golden Retriever who, unfortunately, moved to the city) she sweeps wide and cuts off her path, looking so much like trial dogs. I have no idea where to start, but being the consummate Diabetic that I am, I'll find out. (and, as always, I would be grateful for any advice or suggestions!)
To companionship and unconditional love.
7 weeks old and 5 lbs...hard to believe it's been almost 2 years since I brought that rollie-pollie little Border Collie home...
Even as a puppy, it was extremely difficult to find Miz Mollie sleeping. I have one photo of her zonked out at 6 weeks old, head on my leg. It's been framed and bronzed and will not be shared here to prevent stalkers, blackmail and possible kidnapping attempts. And Franz is on call for backup.
At 10 weeks old, her Border Collie characteristics were already showing. If you look really closely, you can almost see the wings and halo. A future agility star, perhaps?
Or the resident little devil?
Curse those puppy stubs!! Even though she can now jump over the back of the couch, and is no longer smaller than her cousin Gizmo (the Chihuahua on the couch) she still loves 'dogging' around with her two best buddies.
At four months, her ears were coming up and she was actually outgrowing Gizmo. She slept on my pillow at night, and I came to learn that even puppies are fascinated by infusion set tubing.
And then she became obsessed with water. And what's better than water right in the house, all year long? Shower, anyone?
There were those Kodak moments when my Kodak (errr disposable camera) was woefully absent. Like the time I was running a bath, the bathroom door wide open. Wile E. Coyote decided she wanted to have a little jaunt in the tub...without realizing that the tub was already half full.
And then there were those indescribably frightful moments when she showed me how very conscious I have to be of her nature; she is uber-Border Collie. I can never forget this fact.
Just yesterday, I could pick her up and tuck her in the crook of my arm. But suddenly she was bigger than Lady, her Border Collie housemate.
And the cute, cuddly little puppy that inspired so many "oohs" and "ahhhhhs" started transforming and losing her puppy face.
She grew into the big ears; everything that was long about her suddenly looked right. Her long legs, her long neck, her long nose. Instead of being just cute and cuddly and having such a charismatic puppy attitude, Miz Mollie grew up overnight into a dog of substance. She is more precious to me now, having come into a little bit of her maturity, then she was as a cute-looking puppy. My constant companion, who is eager and willing to do anything for me.
Though she'll be two in April she remains, in spirit, as goofy and playful as she was when her face and form matched her inner youth. She makes everyone around her laugh at her antics, and I love her for every head-shaking thing that she does.
This summer, when all the snow has melted and the weather has warmed, Mollie and I may just be taking a trip out to meet some sheep. An encounter with a flock of ducks has shown (to what may be my inexperienced eyes) a strong herding instinct. And when chasing her walking buddy (a Golden Retriever who, unfortunately, moved to the city) she sweeps wide and cuts off her path, looking so much like trial dogs. I have no idea where to start, but being the consummate Diabetic that I am, I'll find out. (and, as always, I would be grateful for any advice or suggestions!)
To companionship and unconditional love.