Trim - father of my pups

Sort of ironic that his name is "Trim". That used to be the way I described my waist line ... but I digress. There is a picture of Trim herding sheep this summer, and a picture of the two of us (Trim on the right).

We first met in Trim's back yard on a cold January morning --- January 16th to be precise.

The first thing I noticed about Trim was his beautiful eyes --- one brown and one blue. When you are a border collie, "eye" counts. I must admit that I was more than a little bit charmed by that first look.

I also noticed that he was very friendly, easy going and obviously in love with life. Trim is good looking --- not just the eyes, the entire package.

Humans generally don't understand this, but you can learn a lot about a dog through the scent of his (or her) pee. So I had a pee, and Trim had a pee --- then we sniffed, and then we peed again. We did that a few times, but whose counting. When you are choosing a mate you need to spend a lot of time smelling and sniffing.

We also communicated about sheep herding, fetch and our pack mates. A little bit of gossip is always an ice breaker. I learned that Trim:

• was imported in whelp from England;


• that his father is a pretty famous sheepdog, Beechwood Bob;


• is five years old (a year older than I am);


• really liked me a lot.

In fact while all the other boys I've met went a little bit weak in the knees, Trim even rolled for me.

And if you are looking for any more details on what happened after that, you won't hear them from me. I'm not that sort of girl.

In other news my morning sickness has passed and I spent a delightful couple of days with my best friends Doug and Gayla at the farm. This morning I have David busy working on the nursery, and since he is making a lot of progress on that important job, I'll take him on a walk this afternoon because it is a beautiful sunny day.

Until next week ...

Pregnancy Confirmed

Thank God my pregnancy was confirmed last week. I understand that David was more than a little uncertain and nervous, but the morning inspections were getting quite tiring. At times like this I do wish I could talk human - I did everything but draw David a map.

So we headed off to the vets for an ultrasound which indicated five or six little acorn sized growing puppies. This is just about the midway point of my pregnancy, so numbers can't be considered as being very accurate.

I haven't noticed much of a difference in my energy levels. A romp through the deep snow at high speed is still a desirable activity. I am probably a bit more clingy, a little bitchy on occasion around my packmates, and my stomach has been a little bit off in the mornings. But all in all, I think I am doing quite well.

Due date is March 19 (the same birthday as my Uncle Donald's 8th - in dog years)

Next week I will introduce you to Trim (the guy who is responsible for my delicate condition).