In preparation for my mom's 80th birthday party (APRIL 21), I got down a few boxes of photos and memorabilia from the garage this weekend. Inside one of the boxes was a story Mom wrote that was published in a little magazine for dog breeders. I always loved this story, so have reproduced it here.
(I was going to scan in a B&W photo of a toddler me with one of the collies Mom had, but my scanner is no longer compatible with my computer's operating system -- BOO. So, the photo is just a generic dog. Maybe Mom will share one of her photos.)
How Green Was My Collie!
A Collistory by Joan Johnson
(Caljon Collie Kennels, Sacramento)
1955
A flight into fantasy
A few months ago, I saw an ad concerning a year-old bitch in the paper. Being interested no only in Collies, but also in “Collie people,” I called the party. The man, a Mr. Brinker, was very nice. The longer we talked, the more interested I became in his dog. That evening, my husband and I drove out to his place and saw her. She was beautiful, perfect head and ears, good size and structure, wonderful disposition; everything you would want in a collie, except one thing – coat. We asked if her coat was always poor, or if it was just a temporary thing. Mr. Brinker told us that up until a few months ago, she had a very good coat, but he is in the Army, and his job took him and his family to the Nevada proving grounds for Atom tests. They were there for only a few weeks, but Lady-Babe was exposed to radiation, which caused her coat to become very dry and brittle, and later to break off. Except for this, she was a fine bitch, so we decided to take Lady-Babe home with us.
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