300th Post - Puppies

This is our 300th post, today is our four year blog adversary and we have a picture of the puppies. Dog Dad wanted to make this a special post. The Collie puppies were born on 5 June and we received the below picture on June 7. There are two male sable collies in the litter of puppies and the arrows are pointing to them. We are excited.

Two Male Sable Collies, arows point to them

Looking back over four years of blogging much has changed. During those early days we became a DWB member #506 on 17 June. Since we started much has changed in our blog world. We used to read about the adventures of Tosca, Flossy and Gomer & Opy, all who rarely ever blog. Other pups joined DWB and our world grew.

We were trying to access the DWB Page and Chat Room. We are getting an error. We are wonder if any of you are getting an error as well.

Dog Speed,

Essex

Second Blogaversary

Two years of blogging and

just back from Angel Paws

Hello cyber-paw pals, today we celebrated our two-year blogaversary with post number 193. Today was a hot day and we rested in the house enjoying the A/C until about an hour before sunset. Then we went to Angel Paws. Dad promised some cheddar collies by Saturday. We’ll keep a cold nose on him until he delivers.

At this time last year we were visiting in Ohio. If you remember that post Dad saved Deacon from Rocky, the pit-bull. We happily report, today was a fun day and nothing like that happened.

It is amazing this all started because of post by our shirt tail cousin Tosca. That was the first blog post Dad read, it was Tosca titled “Lassie is Boy in Drag.” He went to reread it again today and laughed just like the first time. In our first month of posting we were visited by Tosca, Opy, Opie & Gomer and Buster from DWB. Tosca, Opie & Gomer rarely post and we miss them. In that first month late Great (Great) Uncle Bobby's mom visited us. We have to admit we never thought we would meet so many good people.

The picture from our first post was before we went digital.

The photo was actually taken in mid-December 2006

We end this blogaversary post with the same last lines from our first post. “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 & Deacon

One Year Blogaversary

Hello Cyberpaw pals, today we celebrated our one-year blogaversary and our 93rd post. That sure is pawtastic. On top of that Dog Dad saved Deacon today.

Deacon looks on

Our hosts Cassie and Hattie

Our vacation sure has been interesting. We spent two nights at Hattie and Cassie's home, while Dad took Grand Paw to visit family in Buffalo, New York. We had lots of fun with both of them. Deacon played with the ice in the pool and was captivated with Chloe the Cat, who lives with them. As a matter of fact while Deacon and Essex were play fighting and Chloe jumped in between them to break it up. I guess that even cats know about good natured Collies.

Deacon and Cassie enjoying the pool

Essex looking regal

What is cooler than cool?

Ice Cold

Today Dad saved Deacon. We went to visit his sister and Rosie the Cat. Well, a pit-bull named Rocky jumped out of the window from the house across the street and attacked Deacon while he was on the leash. Dad heard a yip, saw an opening and grabbed Rocky by the back of his collar. Deacon only had a small bite, but Dad reported it to the pawlice and took Deacon to the vet. No puncture marks and Deacon is doing fine.

Hope the Great Dane is looking after you, just like he did for Deacon.

Dog Speed

Essex & Deacon

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