Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Share It Sunday’, Guest Blog Collies of The Meadow!
Nominated by last week’s guest Misty Shores Chesapeakes!
Time To Put Up The Collie Indoor Plumbing!
As I mentioned in a earlier post our collies had a
tradition for years where they would dump the tree and redecorate it to suit
their fancy and by the time Christmas got here the tree looked… well… like it
had been hit by a bomb!
We came to the point where we tied it up three years ago
so it wouldn’t get dumped and for the first year ever the tree didn’t get
touched. It was a relief and yet disappointing for it is tradition around
here…. but my young collies had finally reached the age where the tree didn’t
interest them anymore and lil Hallie and Mick just weren’t interested in it for
Two years ago, however, with Ginger, Rutherford and
Walter having their first Christmas and with Mick infatuated with Ginger it has
been a different story.
When the tree went up and was decorated very pretty the
interest took hold. It started with Tigger the cat climbing to the top
and batting the star. Well, she has always done that but this year it
peaked the interest. Mick decided it would be fun to run as fast as he
could between the tree and the wall…. the tree touched the wall so you can
imagine what happens when a 115 pound collie flies through…. yeah the tree
spins like a top, tips and shakes and things fly!
Then I see the tree spin more and there goes Walter with
a garland in his mouth, grinning like a fool as the garland begins
unwinding! Rutherford grabs it and tugs the other way as the tree sways,
shakes, then spins and he and Walter play tug O’War with the garland. Ginger
moves in and almost disappears in the branches to see what the cat is doing and
I hear her chewing…. on Lord knows what.
They scatter as we shoo them away and fix the tree back up. Well, it happens again and again and when they learn they
shouldn’t do those things they then pull off the shiny plastic ornaments (we
don’t use glass with all these collies) and make them into a chew toy.
They make great chew toys Dad!!!
Then Rutherford discovers the plastic lights. We
only use plastic for glass would be inviting a disaster …. He is sitting
there admiring the lights and I pet him saying aren’t they pretty? He
looks up innocently and smiles as I turn my back. Then I hear crunch and
turn to see he had bitten a light top off…. but like all lil collies it takes
at least twice to find out he shouldn’t do that. I scold him and the next
day discover he had learned it was bad to bite off the lights, so instead
figured it was okay to chew the wire in half when we plugged in the lights and
nothing happened.. well until we held half the string in one hand with half of
it plugged in and the other end laying on the floor where it had been bitten
The branches became bent and crushed, the ornaments
disappeared halfway up the tree with the top a mess from the darn cat.
But, oh those collies were so proud of their tree. It had been colliefied!!!!
Finally, my wife couldn’t take it anymore and redid the
tree. It didn’t take long for it to become colliefied again! Mick
just ran through it gleefully and the other terrible trio had to explore a bit
with Rutherford and Walter stripping off a garland both running gleefully with
it in their mouths as the tree spun, Ginger crushing branches, Tigger batting
the star and ornaments falling to the floor with Ginger then running off with
one as I yelled for her to stop and she dropped it and stood there looking up
at me with that famous collie look of … “What? What ornament? I
don’t know nothing about that stinking ornament, besides you don’t need that
ornament you have a hundred others…. it is redundant!” She then looks at
me and watches me put it back on the tree with a mischievious glint in her coal
black eyes. “I’ll get you yet my lil pretty!” They seem to say as I
smile and snicker for it was nice to have the collie tree tradition back this
again. I love seeing them play with the tree and while it destroys how it
looks it just wouldn’t be the same without their antics!
Trevor; Dad, is this collie indoor plumbing?
If I ignore the tree they will let their guard down….
As those who read Collies Of The Meadow know I love my
collies. They are my life. Albert Payson Terhune is my favorite
author. Our collies do everything with our family and the highlight of
the year for them is on my birthday they get doggie treats and a small bowl of
ice cream (vanilla) to celebrate.
Our blog is dedicated to all our collies, past, present
and future who have blessed us with their love, enthusiasm for life, their joy
and fun and alas their sorrowful ends we somehow sadly live through. I
love you my dear collies… I always will. Thank you Mackenzie, Chessie,
Niamh, Hallie, Sadie and Anya whom I hope to see again someday. You are my
babies and always will be. In heaven I will hug and hold you once
again…. To Trevor, Lad, Smoke, Skylight, Mick, Rutherford, Walter, Teddy,
Lil Hallie, Branwen, Ellie and Ginger the Shnapp know I love you all
dearly. I always will…… you are my life and always will be. Thank
you for loving me as I am, a flawed human being whose only hope for salvation
is Jesus and my ability to give you love.
My other interests are reading, baseball, having
penpals. But, my other love in my life after my family and wife is old
tractors. I have a old Allis Chalmers b from 1944 that is the Apple of my
eye. You can read about her at “My Old Allis” blog here on
WordPress. Also, I have a 1941 Allis Chalmers WC who I am currently
restoring. Can you tell I like those Orange Tractors? My WC,
or Molly as I call her also has her own blog here. “Old Mollys Story” is
the tale of a tractor from the tractor’s perspective.
Albert Payson Terhune once wrote something that has since
become a motto of my life… I share it here with you;
“I wonder if it
is heretical to believe that when at last my tired feet shall tread the Other
Shore, a madly welcoming swirl of exultant collies—the splendid Sunnybank dogs that have been
my chums here—will bound
forward, circling and barking around me, to lead me Home!”
Albert Payson Terhune
I can only second this notion for when I die and I am find no collie to greet
me I will know where I am heading for eternity and it will not be heaven.
This is Hallie, Anya and Trevor. They were all
related to Niamh and these three are the collie who were bred to form Niamh’s
Misty Meadow. They are the foundation collies so to speak. One other
collie who lives with our friends in Georgia is the other foundation collie and
that is Marcus. The descendents of these collies now make up our collie
family. These three collies lived here and sadly Hallie and Anya have now
passed into the afterlife. Trevor will soon follow. Someday…… I
hope they and I will frolic together in the fields of heaven…. till then
I can only remember them….and miss them but yet feel their love for me.
Continuing to give something back on my ‘Share It Sunday’. We all share
and we grow together. Pop over say
hello and make a new friend.
From the author Molly The Wally.
And don’t forget Roo’s
Power Of The Paw web site where we can stop over and wish our furry friends who
are under the weather well.