Snowy Main Street.
Snowy Petal.
Today we are joining the black and white blog hop hosted by the lovely Dachshund Nola and the lovely Sugar the Golden Retriever.
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Snowy Main Street.
Snowy Petal.
Today we are joining the black and white blog hop hosted by the lovely Dachshund Nola and the lovely Sugar the Golden Retriever.
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A few weeks ago, after we received a generous amount of snow, I took Petal outside to take Christmas pictures with my wire of brightly and festively colored jingle bells hung around her neck like a garland.
Needless to say, she looked darling.
She charges more and more for her cuteness every year. The going rate for a cute Petal dog is 3 liver treats, 5 if you want her to wear something silly.
Don’t tell her, but I’ve been slicing her liver treats into smaller pieces just so I can afford her modeling services!
😉
12 days until Christmas everyone!
I don’t know about you, but I still have some shopping to do!
Hello! Long time no see, guys. That is, of course, my own doing. I needed a break and time and space to grieve.
I’m still grieving and I still have days that are even harder than others, but I feel I’m ready to start blogging again.
With Christmas fast approaching I find myself missing Lassie and Ella even more. With that I started missing my blog for the first time in months. Suddenly I wanted to make a Christmas layout and post Christmasy posts and share the ridiculously cute Christmas pictures I took of Petal with all of you. I wanted you all to be here when I start new adventures and I missed following your adventures. I miss talking to you all, reading your comments and your blogs. I missed it all.
But I did not want to post on Two Collies and a Mutt. I didn’t want to even look at it. I couldn’t.
Which is why you’re here instead of there.
Last week I started thinking more about starting a new blog. I already knew exactly what to call it and where it should be, I just had to convince myself to take the plunge.
A few weeks after Lassie’s passing, as I was thinking I would never blog on Two Collies and a Mutt again, my mind wandered back to a thought I had before Lassie’s passing. The thought of moving my blog to WordPress. As I sat in my car, parked in the Walmart parking lot, myself clad in pajamas, untamed hair, and trying to take control of my uncontrolled crying, I grabbed ahold of any thought that might distract me from my thoughts of guilt and what ifs. I thought maybe if I not only moved the blog, but changed the name of the blog with that move… Maybe if I just started over, I could one day blog again. I would bring all of my archives with me, of course, those are precious memories that I don’t want to let go of, but I would start a new chapter.
I started brainstorming new blog names. I wanted something that would pay tribute to Lassie without using his name (I don’t want to get into trouble with copyright laws). I wanted something that would make sense even without my explaining it. I came up with a few ideas and then abandoned the thought for a few months. I didn’t want to blog, no matter where it was, or what the blog was called.
Until the Christmas season began.
You see, December 8th, today in fact, is mine and Lassie’s 9th anniversary. I wanted to do something for him. So I thought, “what about that blog that would pay tribute to him?” Lassie loved it when I was happy, so why not try a little harder to be a little happy?
Blogging made me happy once, it could do that again. I could share more of my memories of him with you all. I could share more memories of my Ella and record and share memories as I make them with Petal.
I could start anew with a blog tilted, “Because I Was Loved By a Collie” one of the titles I thought of in my car a few months ago. It was fitting and would pay tribute to Lassie in many ways. Because I was loved by that incredible collie I learned so much. From the obvious lessons people learn from dogs, like loving unconditionally, to the not so obvious lessons, like budgeting money. However the name was longer than I wanted it to be. So I shortened it to Loved By A Collie. This would make sense even without much explanation. Some may likely assume that the Collie is Petal and it works that way too because it’s true, I am loved by that goofy collie girl.
But when you look closer you’ll see it’s Lassie. It’s Lassie up there, in our banner. It’s Lassie’s silhouette that will be our logo. Because Lassie started this all by being the first dog I owned of my very own, by being the first collie in my life. If not for him there wouldn’t have been an Ella in my life and there wouldn’t be Petal in my life today. If not for those girls and my boy, Lassie, I wouldn’t have all the incredible memories that I have and I wouldn’t have Petal to comfort me through this difficult time. If not for all three of them I wouldn’t have started Two Collies and a Mutt and if not for that blog I wouldn’t have met so many great people who are as dog crazy as I am.
When you look closely you’ll see it was Lassie who changed me. It was Lassie who started it all.
So this blog is for him. It’s for Ella and for Petal and any future dog I may own and it’s for me.
I hope you’ll enjoy this blog as much as I already am. I want to thank you all for following us and our adventures when we were Two Collies and a Mutt. Thank you for every sweet comment you left, the comments I brought with me here, to Loved By A Collie. I hope you guys will enjoy this blog as much as you did Two Collies and a Mutt.
Thank you for reading, for being so kind and understanding.
Thank you for everything.
You guys are the best.
P.S. I will be changing the names of my Facebook page and Twitter handle soon, just a heads up.
Our email address has also changed. If you need to contact me or Petal you can email us at: lovedbyacollie AT lifeseven DOT com
Today we are participating in the Black and White Sunday blog hop hosted by You Did What With Your Weiner, Dachshund Nola and My Life In Blog Years.
Why not get your loved one (*you know, the one you love so much that you forgot to get them a present until just now, when I reminded you) a Petal for Christmas?
Every home should have one!
All together now, “Awwww!”
You can’t go wrong with a Petal.
What child wouldn’t want to find a Petal lying under the tree on Christmas morning, **snacking on a candy cane she plucked off the tree? You know which one, the one you promised your kid could eat in the morning. On Christmas morning.
Whoops.
But don’t worry, once you get your kid to stop crying, they’ll really enjoy their new Petal!
Just think of all the fun they will have with their very own Petal!
The possibilities are endless!
Think of all the poop they will have to scoop!
This Petal could provide 15+ years of poop to scoop!
Think of all the vet bills, dog food, dog toys, collars, leashes, bowls, tags, beds, chews, replacement furniture, replacement shoes, etc etc, you’ll get to buy!
All this and more for the low low low price of
Let’s be serious now, guys.
A puppy is not just a “puppy for Christmas!”
A puppy will grow into a dog and both require time, work, patience, training, grooming, vet care, food, love, and more for years to come. Do your research and think it through before you commit, because a puppy is a commitment, not just a present.
And consider adopting a shelter pet.
Merry Christmas!
Happy Holidays!
However, with it being Christmas time, we have a Christmas tree right in front of the window.
Which means Petal couldn’t find an easy way to get back down from the windowsill.
“Help! I’m stuck!”
“I know you think this is funny, but could you please stop laughing and help me get out of here?”
Oh, this crazy dog.
This is not the first time Petal has gotten herself stuck in such an odd place.
About a week and a half after my surgery, on the same day we got our first snow, Petal got herself stuck under the couch. Now our couches don’t stand very far off the ground. Just far enough for Petal to fit while lying on her side. So it took an incredible amount of talent from her to get herself stuck under there.
To this day I still have no idea how she managed this.
I was resting on the couch when I heard the sound of dog claws scrapping across our laminate floors. Nothing unusual, really, but I looked around anyway. Lassie was asleep on the floor and Petal was… where was she?
I looked behind the couch, where she likes to sleep, but she wasn’t there. I called for her and heard more scratching on the floor. I thought it was crazy, and very unlikely, but I looked under the couch anyway and saw this little face:
“Oh, hey, could I get a little help here, please?”
She wasn’t scared or hurt, just… well, stuck. All she could do was kick her legs and look pathetic.
My Dad and brother came to the rescue and lifted the couch up just high enough for me to grab Petal’s harness (lucky she was wearing that) and drag her out from underneath the couch. She got up, shook herself off, and then went about as if nothing had ever happened.
Her mischief never fails to make me giggle.
Though I will admit that her mischief, at times, causes me great stress.
Just be careful, my crazy dog.