I’d like to share these photographs with you especially if you read and commented a ‘Lucy the collie’ post written the same evening I received a certain telephone call. If you don’t understand my rather cryptic reference don’t worry it’s rather a long story 🙂
Holly missed her friend for a couple of days afterwards, she’d go room to room looking for Lucy confused as to where she’d disappeared to but lol she seems to have forgotten her now, such is life. Here’s a few pictures of us in the park today with her tennis ball, she’ll chase and fetch a ball all day long if you let her, anyways all is well.
Dog lovers will hopefully enjoy these ‘family’ photographs, HOLLY is age 3 so as you can imagine she’s bright eyed and full of life, she’ll retrieve a ball on a rope all afternoon and never get bored! Whereas LUCY is age 14 and now a bit of a grumpy old lady who prefers to spend her days sleeping on the sofa.
Now a picture of my mother holding both, I should say they are my mother’s dogs, I exercise and play with them but alas circumstances don’t allow me to have a pet!
😦 I’d love to own a collie dog but locking one up all day whilst I’m at work just isn’t fair………… maybe one day 🙂
Perhaps 3 photographs will suffice for this post because I could write at great length about these two and even longer if I told you stories about all the other collies we’ve owned at different stages of our lives, when my brother and I were older teenagers and living at my parents home we had another black and white collie 🙂 named Belle and worth her weight in gold because she really did help the family through difficult times, pets often are very good at that aren’t they, their loyalty sense of fun companionship friendship and happiness cheers you up when you’re feeling down and yet they want so little in return, love feeding and a warm place to sleep and they’re well happy and content with life.
Returning to our two dogs and they couldn’t be more different, Lucy is a genuine working sheep dog, she was purchased from a farm where her two parents were used to round up sheep, a farmer’s tool have you will rather than pet, consequently when she accompanied me walking through local fields filled with stock animals, Lucy would immediately crouch down as soon as seeing them. Occasionally when walking through a field of sheep I’d allow her to encircle the animals from a distance and she’d quietly move them into a group, a BLOODY dangerous thing to do mind knowing farmers are permitted to shoot untethered dogs around their animals, but I trusted her instincts and only dared try this on a couple of occasions………. just not worth the risk and a little irresponsible of me.
Whereas Holly is a rescued collie, she’d been originally purchased by a family living in a high level maisonette which unbelievably had NO garden, consequently this very active dog could find herself locked in a cage for hours on end, then when the cage door was opened she’d attack the families cats…………some people don’t deserve to own pets! Well how she came to be part of our family is a long story, Holly wasn’t beaten or badly treated just neglected, anyways my mother through her many contacts came to own Holly and she’ll live out her days cared for and loved.
I’ll have to be careful because I could write thousands more words which would only interest my family, that’s IF they knew of this blog which they never will!!! Anyways I’ll save you from tales of long walks by the river and…………..
I’ll finish with a picture of my brother and myself returning home from a cycling holiday with Belle running out to greet us both. (Belle remember is the sheep herding dog!)