Grandma, Me, and the “Easter Bonnie” on Easter 1992
Bonnie Belle and Me on Easter 1993
Me and Bonnie Belle in June of 1994
Black Jack, Bonnie Belle, and Me on September 1994
Me and Bonnie Belle, April 1996
Black Jack, Dad, Bonnie Belle, and Me in March of 1997
Bonnie Belle, Dublin, and Me. March 2006
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I love the one of Bonnie on your lap. Happy dog.
You had very uptight hair as a child.
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I think she’s in my lap in almost all the photos.
And yes, the well shellacked hair is a window into the anal retentiveness.
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She looks so thrilled be wearing rabbit ears.
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I know, right? She always hated the camera, thought it was trying to steal her soul or wipe her memory of an encounter with the MIB or something. Sometimes she would outright freeze when she saw you with it… like “it can’t see me if I don’t move.”
I have a few of those. They always look like they’re waiting for laser beams to shoot out of the camera.
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Awwwwww. So you grew up with BCs. Your family bred them too? Did you ever have any other breed of dog?
Bonnie Bell looks like like a jovial creature. Is she still with us?
I’ve had them since I was a toddler and my father had his first in the 1960s. He met my mother and they got their first as a couple in the 1970s and have had them straight through to today. Many happy memories with some fantastic Border Collies.
When I was an infant my grandmother rescued an abandoned, dirty, matted ragamuffin dog we named “Rags” off of the streets in rural Illinois and drove him all the way to Denver. He turned out to have a gorgeous white coat and was some sort of poodle mix, like a Maltese, but in my memory he was a giant Old English Sheepdog that I could ride around on like a horse. Photos betray me and reveal that he was actually a pretty small pooch. All the rest have been Border Collies.
Bonnie would have been 21 this year, she was a robust girl and was youthful almost to the end but she acquired Cushing’s Syndrome at 14 and almost made it to 15. We nursed her through two rounds of Vestibular disease, a benign follicle tumor, and the excessive drinking and peeing from Cushing’s; but when she started having cluster seizures from the likely pituitary tumor, I had her put down in my arms when it was clear quality of life trumped quantity.
Breeding Dublin to Celeste in 2007 was the first time we’ve ventured into dog breeding. All the dogs before were from breeders, ranches, and from the pound.
Nice pictures wish I had met Border Collies earlier like you did