Meg at 12 months old
Meg at 12 months old
Meg literally chose us. She lay curled up in a basket, a quivering wreck. There was no indication of her breed, ears were down and pasted to her head, tail tucked between her legs and disappearing into the ball of sparsely coated fur that was her. She looked like a large rat.
Ray cautiously moved nearer, gently talking to her and she watched him with disinterested eyes. He continued talking to her and eventually offered his hand. She looked up at him with doleful, deep brown eyes and quaked even more.
I asked the young man who was showing us round if he knew her breed. The reply came that she was a mongrel, there was some Jack Russel there and maybe a touch of Collie in the history but, just a mongrel.
Poor Meg, she decided amongst the quivering to lick Ray's hand and that was that, she had chosen him. We took her away with a bundle of belongings and put her in the car to bring home.
Well, that was a problem. She sat on my knee for the 3 mile journey and quaked so much that before we arrived home she had been sick more than once. Good job we had the rallying mats on the floor, they can hold pints of water and that's all the poor lamb was depositing there.
Well, first things first, so the next day we took her to our vet. She was incredulous at the idea of Meg being a mongrel. "She's a pure Tricoloured Border Collie! She'll grow into a beautiful animal."
So that was the beginning of hours on the Internet searching for everything we could find that gave us knowledge of the breed and how we could help her best.
Within weeks she had started to replace the thin covering of hair she had with
a luxurious coat and her tail - oh, well, that is showing signs of being her
pièce de résistance, a most beautiful, mainly white, set of Collie Feathers
which are just growing and growing!
Now at 4 years 7 months she is the love of our life. Cares for each of us and
goes everywhere with us. And has turned into what the Vet said she would do -
"a beautiful animal".
Welcome
Back to Radios