I know last week I said I was going to blog about the first dogs my family owned, but I haven’t written that post yet (oops) and I don’t have time to write it right now (double oops). Sorry! I won’t be able to write it next week either, but one of these days I will.
I’ll make it up to you all by sharing
two three puppy pictures of Lassie.
Lassie, December 8 2004, his first day with me. We’re on our way home after picking him up from the airport. To Lassie’s left (your right) sits my younger brother and to his right is where I sat. My Mom, in the passenger’s seat, took this picture. It’ll always be a favorite of mine.
Lassie’s first bed! Brand new, still has the tag on it and everything, and he was already trying to destroy it.
Yes, he did eventually succeed and I came home to find the bed very much destroyed one day.
But did you see those pink toes of his?! To die for. So. Dang. Cute.
February 2005, mouthing off to the camera. He was a talkative one (I have yet to meet a quiet Collie, lol).
I miss him.
That’s the best way to describe how I’m feeling, yet it doesn’t sound strong enough.