Oh, Collie

Back in about the early 60s, I lived out in an acreage near a small town that contained the only grocery store for miles

I was a small child, maybe 11, when my dad came home from a work trip with a small white border collie puppy with black spots

He told me she was mine so I named her Collie

Throughout the years, Collie and I grew up together

I would come home on my bad days upset, wanting to break things

She would come and lick my face until I was calm

I remember seeing the first gray hairs grow on that pup's face

Not only that, but it was a farm dog

She was plenty roughed up