Hi, Every Buddy! It's me me me memememememememe! I just sang that last part so my voice will be ready in case I need to howl along to a siren.
Anyway, I'm Franklin the Bordernese, and today is my day. This is what I look like when I get up close to Mom's camera. She says I have sweet brown eyes. Gosh, Mom loves me so much, and I love her.
Mom says that I am here because of THE ORIGINAL DOG. His name was Faulkner, and he went to Heaven to live before I moved in. He was the gateway dog. He was so smart and so bootiful that he made Mom want to have other dogs.
Mom says I can tell you some stories about Faulkner. He was a smooth collie. This is Faulkner:
Mom and Faulkner fell in love as soon as they met. He was 11 months old. He lived with people who didn't take good care of him, so Mom took him to her house so they could love each other forever.
Faulkner was the only purebred dog to live with Mom. He had special papers that she sent away someplace so the whole world could know his full name. He was called Faulkner of Sound and Fury. Mom says that's because of a book by a writer named Faulkner.
Because Faulkner was a real collie, he had a herding instinct. It meant he wanted to tell people and other things which way they were supposed to go. The Hurricane was in middle school when Faulkner moved in. Mom would let him out of the house when The Hurricane got off the school bus. He would run around The Hurricane and give her little nudges to make sure she went in the garage and then in the house. I guess he was worried she didn't quite know how to get home, so he took care of her. She always thanked him and told him she couldn't make it without him.
I've met that Hurricane girl. She's so pretty. She visits sometimes. Hurricane says "hi" to Mom, and then she hugs and kisses us doggies and tells us how wonderful we are and says she's missed us. I like her. She shares her toast, too. I wish she'd visit more often.
I'm not saying Faulkner was wrong, but The Hurricane seems pretty smart to me. I think she knew how to get in the house, but Faulkner felt like he needed to take care of his family so he made sure she was okay.
I've never met Dr. X, but Mom said when he would get home from work and drive his car into the garage that Faulkner would herd the car to make sure Dr. X got the car in the right way. I think Faulkner was very smart and very brave to be able to tell a car what to do.
Faulkner never ran away, and he never went out to the road by himself. He stayed where he was supposed to be and looked after his family.
I never run away, either. I want to be just like THE ORIGINAL DOG.
I take care of Mom. I bark really loud at strangers who come to our door. I pretend I'm mean, and the strangers almost always get big eyes and they back away from my door.
That makes me feel important.
I'm part collie, but I'm not a smooth collie like Faulkner. I'm a border collie and a Burnese Mountain dog. I don't feel like I need to herd people, and Mom says I'm fine just the way I am.
Thanks for reading about Faulkner, Every Buddy. I'll tell you more about THE ORIGINAL DOG some other time. Right now I have to bark at a cat that's in our driveway.
YOU DON'T BELONG HERE, MISTER CAT! Woof woof wooooooofffffff!
I love you, Every Buddy!
How old are you? What's your favorite food? Who is your favorite person besides Mom?
See ya next week, buddy!
Hi! Hi! Hi! I think I'm four years old. My favorite food is The Hurricane's toast, but most of the time I eat Pedigree. Another favorite person? I guess it's Favorite Young Man. He's nice and he takes care of us if Mom is sick or goes away for a couple days. He's good at scooping kibble into the bowls.Delete
Hi Franklin! It's so good to read your post about Faulkner. Woof, woof, woofwoofwoof, woof. I know you understood that. I learned some of your language when I worked as a vet tech for several years when I was in school.ReplyDelete
I look forward to reading more of what you woof...err, write!
How many languages can you talk, Mrs. Shelly? English, and dog, and Mom says you can talk in Spanish, like her, but you know more. I don't understand Mom when she talks in Spanish and especially when she talks French. The Hurricane says Mom's French accent is horrrrrrible.Delete
We all have our own talents, Franklin. Faulkner may have been a great herder, but I bet he couldn't write as well as you!!ReplyDelete
Hi, Mrs. fishducky! Faulkner didn't get to have a blog post like I do, but Mom says he wrote real nice thank you notes.Delete
Cute. Daisey Mae enjoyed this blog post - and gives her approval. ARF!ReplyDelete
Hi! Hi, Daisey Mae! I love you!Delete
Hi, Franklin. My name is Rob-bear. And, yes, I am a Bear.ReplyDelete
Thank you for telling about Faulkner. Like your mom, I know about THE ORIGINAL FAULKNER, and now I know about THE ORIGINAL DOG too.
It's OK that you don't herd the members of your family. If I come by, I won't hurt any of them. Promise!
Blessings and Bear hugs!
Bears Noting, Life in the Urban Forest (poetry).
Thanks, Mr. Bear. I'm glad I can trust you with my family.Delete
That's adorable Janie Junebug. You channel your dog extremely well. They are the bestest.ReplyDelete
Thank you so much. I love my puppies.Delete
Life would be a lot easier if we all had a Faulkner around to help keep us on the right path.ReplyDelete
Cute post. You should give Franklin an extra treat for writing it for you. (Talented dog!)
Faulkner made me realize why God is Dog backwards because he was Our Shepherd. I promise Franklin doesn't suffer from a lack of treats.Delete
Thank you Franklin for telling us what you are, what your breeds are. I think dogs that have more than one breed in them are very lucky, they usually are the smartest, healthiest and so on. Don't tell Samson I said so. We lived with a Border Collie/Black Lab cross that we rescued when we moved here. She was so smart, she herded us, she rescued one of our dogs up in the mountains, and she also loved to retrieve. Her name was Princess and she was special, just like you.ReplyDelete
I won't say a word to Samson, Mrs. Inger. I know what you mean. I'm pretty smart and very healthy.Delete
I love your stories, Franklin. And I'd love to run my fingers through your fur. Happy Woof-end!ReplyDelete
I'm very soft, and I love to have my fur stroked.Delete
She shares her toast... Toast share-ers make the best friends. :)ReplyDelete
Yeah, I really like that Hurricane. Mom doesn't eat toast because it has carbs. I don't know what carbs are; I just wish Mom would go ahead and make toast to share.Delete
OMG. The carb comment was the best, Franklin! Whadda good boy. Here, here's some crust. Shhhhh.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Mrs. Susie. I'll never tell Mom.Delete
Oooohhh!!! Faulkner! I'm so happy (and sad!) to meet Faulkner! And Franklin...you are a beautiful, sweet boy. I'm glad you're still posting on the blog. :)ReplyDelete
Thanks! Your blog makes Mom snicker.Delete
Nice of you to tell us all about Faulkner. Sounds like you have made a difference in the family, too. Not everyone has to herd. ;) But I haven't met a dog who doesn't love toast. Take care of Mom. :)ReplyDelete
I love taking care of Mom, and she loves taking care of me.Delete
Sadie, the Border Collie, liked to herd me. She mostly tried to keep me outside with her by standing on my feet and pushing the storm door shut with her muzzle. She was only four months old, so I think she might have herded me about more if she had not died.ReplyDelete
Standing on your feet is pretty smart.Delete
You get that cat Franklin and thanks for sharing about your predecessor.ReplyDelete
I made that cat run away. Those cats play in my driveway and sometimes they even sit on my front steps.Delete
So you're around 4yrs old in dog years how old is that in human years........I think it is about 28yrs old so that makes you a young man........lolReplyDelete
You are a good looking dog..........but I am sure you know that.......lol
Yeah, I know I'm handsome, but thanks for reminding me.Delete
what lovely doggy tales! Fabulous Frankie - go boy! yay!!ReplyDelete
Thanks for reading my post, Miss Pat! I like writing for Mom.Delete
Caillou is the first purebred dog we've ever had. It's a scream watching him when we have a yard full of kids. He does his best to keep them rounded up. He's got a great personality.ReplyDelete
But it looks like Franklin does too.
Franklin has a great personality, too. We had a couple of chihuahuas visiting once; Faulkner tried to herd them. He was very gentle, though.Delete
Aw, Faulkner sounds like a great dog! How cute, the idea of him herding the Hurricane, and even the car! Kodi would leave me for dead, as he has no patience when I'm fooling around and delaying his walk by falling on the ice or something. This is what I love about dogs, though...they have such distinct personalities.ReplyDelete
Miss Kianwi, It's me, Franklin. I think maybe I should have a talk with Kodi. He needs to learn to say "Timmy fell down the well." If doggies can say that, then every buddy knows it's a call for help.Delete
Aww Faulkner was beautiful! I miss the dog I grew up with still - she was the BEST yellow lab evaaa!ReplyDelete
Faulkner was the dog of my life -- JanieDelete
Oh Franklin... has anyone ever told you how dashing you look?? xxReplyDelete
Dashing? No. People usually say how pretty I am and I'm a good doggie. I can dash, though. I run fast around the big bush in the backyard while Harper chases me.Delete
I think we all have tales about dogs we've loved, don't we? I miss all of mine, and hope I'll get to see them again. They were too good for just one short lifetime.ReplyDelete
I know I'll see my dogs again in Heaven -- JanieDelete