Real stories, muddy paw prints, so many dogs, and never enough caffeine.
Eight border collies. Yes, really. No, I’m not running a rescue or a farm. Yes, I know that’s a lot of dogs. This blog shares real stories about life with Border Collies: expect chaos, laughter, muddy paw prints, and all the dog hair that comes with it. Welcome to Borderline Insanity.
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(Nobody Is) Invincible
We had moved into our home, and things were good. We had a fenced backyard, and great neighbors, and a deck. There was a pergola with fairy lights strung through it. We spent a lot of time outside when the weather was good. We ate outside a lot of nights. The dogs loved the newfound
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Moving Forward, Losing Back
Eventually, life went back to normal—or whatever that was for us. Work, school, dance practice, baseball, cats, dogs, and life, I guess. After a while, you don’t notice how fast time is passing. We had some personal life traumas, and a few small wins here and there, and the next thing I knew, it had
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Making it Up As We Go
Throughout my life, there has seemed to be a recurring theme, and that theme is “we’ll have to make it up as we go along.” I admire those people who make plans and are able to stick to them and ultimately have the great life that they always knew they were destined for. I just
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Bananas
My son Gus had told me that he wanted either a baby brother or a pet monkey. I said No to both. And then one night, when my husband was leaving for work at 3 am, he came back inside to tell me that there was “an enormous, soaking wet dog on the porch.” Awesome.
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The Dogs That Came Before
So, here’s the thing. Dogs will steal your heart. But eventually, they all will break it. Nobody likes to think about it, but when you first say hello, you are also inevitably going to have to say goodbye. If you’re lucky, you’ll have years. Maybe even a decade, or a decade and a half. But
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Welcome to the Insanity
As I sit here trying to write (which doesn’t come easily to me, if I’m being honest), I can hear one dog snoring, another one is scratching annoyingly impatiently at my closed bedroom door, and it sounds like at least 3 are playing tag in the backyard, complete with ecstatic, chaotic, (probably) neighbor-irritating barks. I