C is for Collie

Wel­come to Round 8 of ABC Wednesday. The meme was started by Mrs. Denise Nes­bitt, and people from all over the world come together to play and share their entries. Each week word(s) begin­ning with the des­ig­nated letter are selected and woven into a post.

This time around, I’ll be taking each letter and pairing it with a per­sonal expe­ri­ence or life lesson; hope­fully with a photo, but I’m not promising any­thing. This week I’m going to show you Bandit, the first dog Entrepreneur and I owned together.

Married in July, we found our­selves dog owners by October. Bandit was a full-fledged Collie dog. And one of famous pedi­gree too. Mom was a “Lassie puppy”…meaning that his mom was part of a Lassie litter con­test that people reg­is­tered for to win a puppy. I don’t remember who won the Lassie puppy, but we ended up with one of that dog’s pup­pies. Clear as mud? Good. Let’s move on.

Bandit accom­pa­nied us when trans­ferred to Omaha, NE for Entrepreneur’s job. All in all, he moved with us 6 times. He proved quite adept in scaling and dig­ging under fences to escape to visit the neighbors…3 blocks away. Many times I drove through the neigh­bor­hood calling his name when it was dis­cov­ered that he’d bolted from the back­yard. I think he was just bored and looking for friends. One time fire­works scared him so badly that he wedged him­self through the fence gate and was gone for almost a week. A kind man called us to say there was an exhausted dog sleeping in his front yard wearing tags with our name, and did we want to come and get him.

When chil­dren came along, he took to them like the shep­herding breed he was. Gentle to a fault, he never bared a tooth or uttered any­thing that sounded like a growl. What’s theirs was theirs, and what’s his was theirs as well. There was no per­sonal space between them. My kids spent a lot of time on the floor.

He had issues with baby pools. Since he had such a long, thick coat, we got him a baby pool of his own for the hot, summer months. He laid in the pool, relaxing for most of the summer. When the kids were old enough to have a baby pool of their own, there was some con­fu­sion as to whose pool was whose. Many times I looked out­side to see him in their Little Tykes pool and them is his Walmart one.

We were for­tu­nate to have him for 12 won­derful years. Sadly, he had a stroke one summer day while we were at work and the kids at school. When we found him in the yard, he’d also suf­fered heat stroke because he couldn’t get into the shade. He tried to hang on through the night, but the damage was done. All sys­tems were shut­ting down. His head laid in my arms as the vet sent him to doggy heaven. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life.

He was my “first born.” I learned a lot about par­enting through raising a puppy. The uncon­di­tional love of a dog shows you a lot about life and about your­self. He was a great teacher.

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