A Memory

This was written a few years ago.... when Trevor was in his prime......

Trevor will be napping when the other younger collies begin to
wrestle, growling, barking and whining as they do so. After several
minutes Trevor sits up with a annoyed, grumpy look on his face. As
the ruckus continues he grows more disgusted and finally, not being
able to take it anymore he rises to his feet. Then he rumbles over
to the frolicking collies and barking and throwing his weight against
them he makes them stop and separates them making them lay down. When
he does so it reminds me of that big huge dog on Tom and Jerry called
Butch.  

Then, Trevor lays down in front of them all, looks at them with great
disgust for a minute or two daring them to make a move. When they
don't he sighs, grunts and falls over on his side and goes back to
sleep, enjoying the enforced quiet. The Man swears that sometime he
can see Trevor smile as he drifts off to sleep. Then, slowly one by 
one they sneak past Trevor to the other end of the house to play.
 Yes, Trevor rules
the roost at Niamh's Misty Meadow, a role he thrives in and enjoys
immensely never letting on he has a soft side to the collies, but the
Man smiles for he knows better. Trevor has a heart of gold and loves
unconditionally the Man who he adopted and saved from the dark days
of despair through his love for him. Through it all he became the
Man's Trevor Forever.