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I swear this dog will be the death of me. But there's nothing I can do about for, let's see, another 8 years? That's when `her kid goes off to college.

Okay, here's the deal. Meredith picks out a favorite puppy out of the litter. Inevitably, I sell that one and keep another one for ourselves. When the damn collie litter came around, and I am reminded daily why you don't let people convince you into doing a breeding-worst mistake I have ever made. Anyway, when the damn collie litter came around, I finally gave in and told Meredith yes, you may keep one puppy out of the litter. So what does she do--picks the runt.

Now let's talk about this runt. I swear when God got to done creating the #10 puppy, he looked around and saw spare parts. Scratching his chin and gently pulling at his whisker on his beard, he said, what the heck and threw them all together to create puppy #11. This puppy is totally leftover parts. She was 1/3 of the size of the rest of her littermates. She has pea sized eyes. her head planes are, well, all one. Prick ears that even with heavy duty glue and the expensive Japanese tape would not fix. They are too small and too thick to tip correctly. Her body-OMG-she can't walk in a straight line-sidewinds horrible. Has a blue merle head and neck, tri saddle, blue merle butt and tri tail. And her name....Click.

Meredith adores her and has a blast training her. Both are about as hard headed as they come so it's fun to watch. She loves agility-tunnels and chutes are especially fun. Click was a total embarrassment at Fair this year, just being her usual bubbly happy self and giving her best What??? look when asked to do something. Beyond that, she's very responsive, loves to sit in your lap. Did I mention that she is slightly under 50lbs too? Not big at all.

Now Click and I have a truce on things. We don't bounce on Mom when she's sitting in the chair. We don't put our nose on the table, counter or help out in the fridge. And we don't chew on things we aren't supposed too. Including cats, puppies and frogs, well sort of. I found a lawn chair that has nibbles on the handles now. Someone is chewing off the wellhead cover-I can only guess who. Buckets always loose handles and Frisbees are in thousands of pieces in the lawn. But all promises were broken after I went outside last night and found that someone, namely Click had jumped up on the grooming table and gotten something off it. I take responsibility for leaving it out there, but come on, she had to jump on the table to get it! So here's my cell phone--post collie chew.

New one is being overnighted to me. I still have no idea where the back cover is, with my luck, oh I don't even want to think about that.

Collie 1, Me 0

Later gators....

C