My new employer Harvey was also the master of two Smooth
Collies who came downstairs with him every morning. The mature one was named Princess with the baby called Allie.
There was no doubt in my mind when I first saw Princess at the top of the
stairs that she had royal blood pulsing through those doggie veins of hers. She made her descent elegantly as if she were entering a black tie affair at Scotland’s Balmoral
Castle in the days of Queen Victoria. The Queen was
solely responsible for the collie’s transformation from working farm dog to the
family pet we know and love today. It all started when Queen Victoria became interested in the breed and
purchased some for the castle in 1860. A herding dog, collies were originally brought to Scotland by the Romans to herd
their sheep.
I had never seen a dog that looked like a short haired version of Lassie
before. Princess was sable and white with a long snout, pointy ears and a muscular
frame. There were no sharp edges on Princess and every move she made appeared to
be intentional. Princess seemed to prance as she walked with those elegant long legs and her
elongated, slender tail that curved with a white tip.
Allie's personality seemed more suited to her herding DNA than
Royalty. Every morning, Allie ran as fast as she could down the stairs ahead of Princess, practically knocking down
Harvey. so she could be the first to greet everyone, tail wagging furiously, squishing her body up against me and rubbing herself across my legs. I could picture her gathering sheep and
bringing them to the shepherds in the 5th century. Her body was thin
because she was still a puppy and hadn’t filled out yet but her black tri coat was
shiny as glass and softly accented by her solid white chest. She had sable eyebrows,
creating an almost human-like expressive face. Harvey was training her to be a service dog
for the blind.
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