• Shortly after Niamh passed 10 years ago Trevor came into my life. I wrote a lot about him in the past… hard to believe its been ten year and more since he came into my life. Hard to believe he has been gone for over 4 years now.  After Trevor’s passing some of the life went out of this blog….. life just isnt the same now that the originals are now all gone… he came to me when I was crushed and brought life back to me and was there through what was the hardest years of my life and his passing seemed to signal the end of those times.  He was my rock and my friend… he gave me everything he had and in the end I gave it all back to him to help him learn to walk again, to live in dignity as his life slowly passed away in front of us.  I always said Niamh was my greatest all around collie but this guy was beyond that….. he didnt excel in anything other than being the best friend anyone could ever want… in the end we gave all we had to each other and there are no words to describe a collie like him… great doesnt describe him…  he was something beyond that…. he was sent by God I have no doubt about that… he adopted me, he loved me and in the end I loved him more than words can describe…. My ol’ Boo…. my Trevor Forever……






















This song reminds me of your life Trevor….  for you ol Boo….


It was Ten years ago on August 13, 2006  that my Niamh, the greatest collie I ever knew passed from this life leaving me broken hearted.  I still miss her everyday. Little did I know that shortly I would receive another once in a lifetime collie, my Trevor Forever…..  Below is something Kristina Marshall wrote and it sums up how I feel about my Niamh;

“If you open your heart to let dogs in, you will eventually be blessed
with a once in a lifetime chum. It isn’t that you love your others dogs
any less, but rather you love this one special animal more. The bond
between the two of you is stronger, the connection deeper, the
understanding clearer.”
-Kristina Marshall from FOREVER FRIENDS

To my Niamh

The afternoon before you died,
we lay side by side looking up,
you groaning with pleasure,
as I rubbed your ears,
your tummy while whispering
to you how much I loved you.

You looked back with deep love,
as we lazily lay there ,
enjoying the world and each other’s company.

I loved you then, I love you now.
As I lay there I thought about
the day when you would be gone.
Dreading it, but knowing it was coming.

Little did I realize,
that 12 hours later,
I would be holding you as you died.
Leaving a hole in my life.

For a long time,
I had been cherishing our time together.
I knew the time would come,
it always will come, when we have to say goodbye.

So, I cherished that lazy cuddling,
on that hot August afternoon.
Little did I realise it would be the last time.
That in the morning you would be gone.

On the anniversary dear Niamh,
of that lazy afternoon cuddle,
I would give anything to hold you again.
I miss you so much, I love you,
my heart breaks all over again.

I smile more at your memory now,
so many happy time we had.
But my soul still mourns your loss.
I cherish the memory of that afternoon,
still hearing your groans of delight,
pleasure, happiness and love as
your tummy was rubbed, your ears stroked.

You were so alive, so vibrant with life,
you made my life the same,
oh how we enjoyed those days,
enjoying the simplest pleasures.

The nice walks, sitting under the tree,
watching the world going by.
snuggling with Darcy and the other collies
on the long, cold winter nights.

The memories of your ambushing the mail lady,
your coming to know the meaning of words,
their spellings and the eventual
time when we could communicate just by looking at each other.

On the eve of your death, I still see
in my mind’s eye my calling your name,
for the very last time as I held you,
your body dieing. You looked up at me,
with your loving look, batting your eyes.

Then, you faded, died as I cried as soul was crushed,
you going as gently as you lived.
Me holding your remains for a very long time,
as my heart broke, never to be mended. Not now, not ever.

I still miss you my girl,
I still love you. I will always love you.
To some you were a mere dog, but not to me.
To me you were a companion, a friend, part of my family.

To me you were that one animal in my lifetime,
that communicated with me just by looking at each other.
We didn’t have to say we loved each other,
We KNEW it! A mere dog….. not to me.

You came to me, to your forever home.
Now, your on the other side,
waiting for me to come, and in time I will.
For the goodbyes always come Niamh.

So, my dearest collie, my dear friend,
someday we will again run and play,
we will spend lazy afternoons laying around having fun.
We will look at each other and communicate,
that day will come. But till then I mourn….

A mere dog, not to me, for you were so much more.
But the day will come when I walk into the other side,
and I know you’ll be there, joyfully greeting me,
leading me to the final destination barking with glee.

That day will come dear girl,
we will joyfully dance with glee,
enjoying our company once again.
Smiling, laughing and spending lazy afternoons together again.

A mere dog, no way. Not to me,
you meant more to me than you’ll ever know,
you changed my life, my soul. Your coming
changed my life, so did your life with me, and your death.

When you came you healed my heart,
while you lived you gave me love
and taught me more than all the sages, teachers and books combined,
your dieing even brought blessings of new friends and new collies.

Now there is a pack of collies named after you,
who frolic and play and yes, spend lazy afternoons lazily,
each of them related to you, each of them containing
at least one of your many personality traits, but none all of them.

A mere dog, never to me, you gave me everything you had.
I tried to make your life the best it could be,
full of love and happiness.
How I miss you so……

But the time will come my dear Niamh,
when I will walk up that path to the final destination,
and there you will be, leading me home finally,
Oh what a heavenly day that will be.

O how we will dance with glee,
we will hug and run and laugh till the sun is low,
my heart will once again be full, for I will be with,
My Niamh of the Misty Meadow.

NIAMH RIP January 19, 1996-August 13, 2006

Rutherford on the run with Walter shadowing him in the background.  Walter will try to cut him off behind the shed… but Rutherford will turn on the speed and outrun him!!!–

Rutherford closing in on Walter in a fast run!

Mick, Skylight and Hallie are chasing Walter as Rutherford closes in for the tackle!

Ginger; Wonder what would happen if I stuck my foot out in front of them all?  Would be like a train wreck!  Would serve them brainiacs right if I did that too them….



-So, last night shortly after I got up to go in we hear a crash and go out and find a 8 foot limb laying where I had been laying!   It was an assassination plot I tell you! Someone was trying to kill your future world dictator!!!  But who?


  • Lets start with Rutherford. Here he is laying in my spot next to that limb… look at those shifty eyes, looks like he is plotting to me…. hmmmm… however limb was 15 foot in the air and he doesnt have enough brains to figure out how to get up there let alone try to get it to fall… no not him… but I am keeping my eye on him….


-Lets see… how about Hallie? This loyalist little toadie would do anything for the old guy.. hmmmm…… she is smart, but not that smart, plus she would want to fight  face to face… she is not the plotting type….. brown noser….


-Sometimes it can be the most unlikely of them all…hmmm… loyal to the old guy, loving, gentle, kind… yeah perhaps Mick fits the bill.  Lets see.. when the squirrel is in the tree Mick faces the other way barking… he can be smart, but most of the time he is looking at butterflies… no, he doesnt have what it takes to try to kill anything….   but who…. wait…. what did I just say?


-Nice try Squeel!!!  You missed me and if you ever come back you will get more of the same.. get the torches lit everyone, time to burn its nests out of the trees!  MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA    Never mess with a Dictator, especially one as smart as ME!!!

Dad went to see Edsel Ford’s home!!! He was thrilled, yet sad his camera messed up and ended up being broke for the trip but he did get to see the home and Rachel took lots of pics.  When he came back he was greeted with this….


— Throw my Monkey Dad -Rebel yell


-Glad you are back Dad.  Ginger taught us about Edsel and his great car designs… she said he even had a Lincoln painted up like her… wait, that is not true is it dad?  I thought so…

Edsel Statue

-Dad stood next to the life size statue of Edsel and his wife Eleanor and he said they were very slim ppl who were about his size…..


-He said their house was very stylish with an old English Manor style that was very tastefully done. Fireplaces and stairway and wood paneling from manors from England dating all the way back to the 1500’s.  Unlike many Mansions this one was quaint, very understated, not gaudy or overdone.  Some of the rooms had Art Deco and the technology was cutting edge and still would be for a home. Other rooms were French 18th Century but most was only English.   Here is Edsel and Elanor dressed to the nines…  Dad loves Edsel Ford, he says he saved Ford with his stylish cars, such as the design of the Model A, the 32 and 34 Ford, the teardrop  Fords, Founding Mercury and helping to design the Lincoln Zephyr and the Continental.


-You can see part of the home here with the Old Guy messing up the picture…  He said he loved the Hall where they gathered for parties, looked like something out of a medieval movie with the dark wood, huge stone fireplace and hardwood floors…  the outside looks like a cross between an cottage and and old English Manor, ivy on the walls, the stone walls, wooden shingles. He loved most of all  Edsel’s study. He said it was small, not fancy but had hidden doors, a stone fireplace, was small and cozy but the view was fabulous. As he stood behind Edsel’s chair looking out the old English Windows at the other wing of the house and across the beautiful forest lawns he could see how Edsel was inspired by it all, the imagination would roll….   Dad said as he walked the house and grounds he could see the family, Edsel and Eleanor in his mind, see the kids and their COLLIE running across the lawns and see Henry Ford and Clara drive up in front of the home.  He said some mansions he has seen you couldnt imagine that, but Edsel’s you could feel the family, see the family and tell it was designed to live in, not just to look at.


-Edsel and his wife,  Henry II who took over Ford Motor Company in 1945, Benson who was heavily involved with the company and their daughter who loved dogs and art and their youngest son William who worked for the company and then owned the Detroit Lions for years. He married a young woman who was from the Firestone Family, which has a long relationship personally and business wise with Ford for a long time. Recently they broke off the business relationship.


-Well that is Dad’s trip to see Edsel’s home. As for us we relaxed, watched a few movies, drank some beer, had some popcorn and studied up on Edsel Ford so when dad got back we could understand what he was talking about. We did keep Ginger from burning the place down… barely….





Hi! I am lil Hallie….  I am dad’s girl and his right hand here.  He was the first human I met as he helped my to take my first breath when I was born.  He took me on walks with Trevor and now I am the one who goes with him on his walks.



Here I was when I was a lil puppy…



Hey you! Straighten up I am dad’s right hand and he doesnt like that!!!

halloween chuck hallie

Here is dad and I dressed up for Halloween.  My favorite toys are my brain cover (a hat) and my leash which I catch in the air when dad throws it.  I love walks, food, cuddling with dad, walks, running, wrestling and I love sleeping with dad and unlike Branwen I am not a bed hog.  I hang with dad until he falls asleep then I lay down where I can see him until he wakes up in the morning.  I am named after my grandmother and I look like her and act like her…. sort of scary sometimes for dad.  But,  I love my life and having the chance to fill the shoes left by Niamh, my grandmama Hallie and Trevor is something I love to do.

So, that is me.. lil Hallie!  Now smile… you know you want too…. also how about a treat?🙂


-Guess What?  I got to drive today!!!



-It was fun, that old red tractor was out of here before the old guy could react!!!  Got lots of looks as I roared down the road grinning, my fur flying and ppl trying to figure out how I was gonna reach the pedals… reaching the pedals is overrated if you ask me. There is always a way to stop without reaching the pedals….. By the time the old guy caught up to me I had roared through the neighbors yard and the fun I had.   Look below!!!


  • Huh, that old red tractor, Emmie as the old guy calls her Emmified that car pretty good! This has lots of possibilities.  She didnt even slow down running over that car!
  • garage damage
  • -Whoops didnt mean to do this to the neighbors garage…. muwhahahahah
  • Napalm
  • –  So I tried to stop, how did I know that big red tanker truck was full of gasoline?  *evil Grin*  So I headed home, figured if I pulled it into the garage and jumped down and pushed the left brake she would spin around (saw the old guy do this, gotta watch who is watching old guy!)  and then hit the kill switch I could run in and act innocent….
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  • – Hi Old Guy!  Let me start out by stating I categorically deny knowing anything about your Red tractor smashing a car flat, destroying a garage and causing a fiery Tanker episode on the road.   Why are looking at me like that?
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  • -Next time I will leave a note… “I Hallie did this, not Ginger.”



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