Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization
Posted May 8, 2013
I've liked dogs since my earliest days, and much of that adoration is owed to one scruffy old dog named Cindy. From birth to my teenage days she was there, a Bearded Collie mass of hair and lazy humour.
My parents originally bought Cindy for my brother, though she quickly became the pet to us all. Good-natured and initially quite active, Cindy suffered from a slight limp and a droopy tail for the rest of her days after a dog attack. She nevertheless retained an air of happy malaise, seldom growling, only ever barking when something outside called her attention, never fast or adventurous enough to take off on us when we unleashed her. A hairy class act, in short.
She had her problems, of course, as I'm sure most Bearded Collies do. Because she had so much fur Cindy needed to be groomed constantly, lest her back become knotted and coarse. Taking her to a muddy field, much though she may have liked romping in muck, was a horror for those who had to clean her afterward. She also had a special knack for attracting burrs, never seeming to learn her lesson. Later in life she had some general health problems common to most older dogs, and we had trouble getting her out onto walks.
Nevertheless, as far as mid- to large-sized dogs go, Cindy was a treasure. She had the perfect temper for kids, never caused any undue fuss around strangers, and got around nicely with other dogs (assuming they weren't too energetic or playful). A highly-recommended dog breed for a family, so long as you're good at keeping your pet clean - it's very easy for all manner of foulness to creep into the Bearded Collie's lengthy tresses.