{"id":6,"date":"2011-07-02T15:52:23","date_gmt":"2011-07-02T15:52:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fritchman.com\/journal\/?page_id=6"},"modified":"2011-07-02T15:52:23","modified_gmt":"2011-07-02T15:52:23","slug":"border-collies","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fritchman.com\/journal\/?page_id=6","title":{"rendered":"Border Collies"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n
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\"\" Malcolm – September 21, 1999 – April 5, 2011
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Welcome to my page for\u00a0 The Guys. Pictures of them playing in the snow<\/a> are on a separate page.<\/p>\n

Read some dog poetry<\/a> at the bottom of this page. Contact me if you are interested in volunteering or adopting a dog from Carolina Border Collie Rescue<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Memorial to Kerry<\/a>, who was 15 years and 11 months when he died on November 18th, 2003.
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August 2004<\/strong><\/p>\n

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August 2003<\/strong><\/p>\n

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April 2003<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\"bed-napping.jpg<\/a> Lying together on the end of the bed \"malcolm-duncan-nap.jpg<\/a> Taking a nap with me. I am sitting just to the left of Duncan.<\/p>\n

March 2002<\/p>\n

\"bonnie-2.jpg<\/a> Playing outdoors at our friend Bonnie’s house.\u00a0 \"bonnie-6.jpg<\/a> \"bonnie-5.jpg<\/a><\/p>\n

\"malcolm-tape-snout.jpg<\/a> Malcolm, thieving once again.<\/p>\n

\"malcolm-kerry-front-door.jpg<\/a> This is a recent picture of Kerry and Malcolm at the front door taken December 2001.<\/p>\n

\"duncan-malcolm-couch-2.jpg<\/a> Malcolm and Duncan being buddies on the couch.<\/p>\n

Malcolm learned this trick on his on. He likes to jump up on the table and visit Bob. We are very cautious to make sure he does not injure himself getting up or down.<\/p>\n

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May 28, 2001 : Tired out after an energetic session of hall ball. This is not a posed shot. I walked into the den and found him laying like this on the pillow.<\/p>\n

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April 2, 2001 Malcolm still loves shoes but now he only carries them around instead of chewing them.<\/p>\n

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\"malcolm-triangle.jpg<\/a> Hey man, where did everybody go!\u00a0 I love this picture of Malcolm with his new Christmas toy.<\/span><\/p>\n

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These pictures were taken from August to December 2000<\/p>\n

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Malcolm wrapped the string ball around his snout himself. He keeps a toy in his mouth the entire time he plays.<\/p>\n

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\"malcolm-sheep1.jpg<\/a> <\/span>Malcolm also got to work sheep one day. \"malcolm-sheep2.jpg<\/a> \"malcolm-big-water-bowl.jpg<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Malcolm from five to seven months<\/p>\n

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Fourteen and Fifteen weeks old.<\/p>\n

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\"duncan-malcolm-couch.jpg<\/a> \"duncan-malcolm-waking-up.jpg<\/a> \"sleeping-dogs.jpg<\/a> Whole gang\u00a0napping<\/p>\n

Malcolm found the toilet paper.\u00a0 \"malcolm-toiletpaper.jpg<\/a> napping \"malcolm-foyer-sleep.jpg<\/a> \"chairsleeping.jpg<\/a><\/p>\n

\"malcolm-pup-shoe-sleep.jpg<\/a> November 1999<\/p>\n

First vet visit with Dr. Sue \"vet.jpg<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

These pictures were taken November 2nd the day he came home.<\/p>\n

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Malcolm was born<\/strong> September 21, 1999<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

That’s me holding him at the breeders farm October 23rd.<\/p>\n

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Duncan <\/span><\/p>\n

January 1, 1995 – August 25, 2009 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\"duncan-puppy.jpg<\/a> \"duncan-puppy-sleeping.jpg<\/a> <\/span>Duncan as a puppy about 5 weeks old.<\/p>\n

Duncan\u00a0 working sheep<\/span> <\/span>\"duncan-herding.jpg<\/a> \"duncan-herding2.jpg<\/a> \"duncan3.jpg<\/a> \"Duncan<\/a><\/p>\n

Kerry <\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

12\/20\/87 – 11\/18\/03<\/span><\/p>\n

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The Rainbow Bridge<\/p>\n

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.<\/p>\n

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.<\/p>\n

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.<\/p>\n

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.<\/p>\n

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.<\/p>\n

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….<\/p>\n

Author unknown…<\/p>\n

Dog Poems<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

dog haiku<\/p>\n

i love my master thus i perfume myself with this rotten squirrel<\/p>\n

i lie belly up in the sun, happier than you ever will be<\/p>\n

yes, today i sniffed many dog butts – i rejoice by kissing your face<\/p>\n

i lift my leg and whiz on each bush – hello, spot sniff my scent and weep<\/p>\n

how do i love thee? the ways are numberless as my hairs on the rug<\/p>\n

my human is home! i am so ecstatic i have made a puddle<\/p>\n

sleeping here, my chin on your foot – no greater bliss maybe… chasing cats<\/p>\n

look deep in my eyes try to deny it – no one loves you as much i<\/p>\n

i am your best friend now, always, and even more when you are eating<\/p>\n

my owners’ mood is romantic – i lie near them i blow a big one<\/p>\n

Thanks to the BWG<\/a> for this tribute to dogs.<\/p>\n

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Just My Dog<\/strong><\/p>\n

He’s just my dog. He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He has told me more than a thousand times over that I am his reason for being — by the way he rests against my leg, by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile, by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another person. With him, I am all powerful. He has taught me the meaning of devotion is loyalty itself. With him, I know the secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me … whenever … wherever … in case I need him, and I expect I will, as I always have. Who is he? — He’s just —<\/p>\n

MY DOG!<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

[author unknown]<\/p>\n

Updated Tuesday, July 27, 2004<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Copyright \u00a9 2000, 2001 by Barbara Fritchman Thompson. All Rights Reserved.<\/strong><\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\n\n
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