Our First Post

Hello everyone. This is Essex along with my nephew Deacon. We are the new dogs on the blog. Dad is out in the yard working, so we have to be some computer time. We have to send barks to Tosca, who inspired us to blog our stories. We bet she is biting her foot right now. Deacon and I couldn’t pass up sharing the tails of two exceptional collies living with their Dad in a strange place called Key West.


Essex and Deacon taking it easy.

We’ve heard Dad say “Well, Toto I guess we are not in Kansas any more” when talking to other humans about Key West. I know not where Kansas is, but I know Toto was an important dog.

Some say Dad was destined to have a collie, but we all know dogs choose their people. After all it was Mr. Peabody and his boy Sherman, not Sherman and his dog Mr. Peabody. Growing up Dad had a facsimile collie that young boys and girls sometimes sleep with at night. We will see if we can find a picture in the record books of the Great Dane.

The Great Dane passed the word throughout Dogdom that Dad should have a puppy. For only a nickel Dad got his first puppy, a border collie mix, named Pudgy when he was only eight. The Great Dane’s log indicates that Pudgy lived with Dad for less than a year. Unfortunately, like many young boys, he wasn’t ready for the responsibility of a dog. Many, many, many dog moons later, the Dog God informed the Great Dane to give Dad another chance. The Great Dane decided he should test him first.

Dad was chosen to dog sit for two dogs. The first visitor was a veteran female collie named Foxy, who stayed for a month. Several weeks later an outstanding mixed breed female named Nicky, who cared for a large family, visited for two weeks. Both sent most excellent reports and the Great Dane decided Dad was collie material. The great Dog God planted the seed in Dad’s mind to find me, and I adopted him on 31 December 2003. Sadly, Foxy was called to the Rainbow Bridge in 2004, while I was still a puppy. We were sad to see her go, but Foxy had lived a very full life. I continued submitting favorable reports to the Great Dane, resulting in my nephew Deacon adopting Dad on 10 December 2006.

Tosca contacted us about a week ago and said we should share our stories. Deacon and I will tell you about Pudgy, Foxy, fill you in on our past adventures and relay the most excellent collie stories we over hear at the dog park.

Deacon just came running into the room. Dad just finished the yard work. It must be time to go to the dog park. May your tail wag, your belly be full, and may you have a forever family to rub your tummy and scratch behind your ears.

Dog speed.

Essex and Deacon