Well by now most of you know our JT (Jess-Tex) at least in photos. She is our Border Collie and no we do not have a farm.
I have shared my life with fourteen dogs five of which were part of a litter that went on to new homes where they were adored family members.
This dog above was born at a friend’s home, the male her father was from Texas and they drove from Vermont to pick him up. JT’s mother was a dog that was dropped off at their place in Vermont. Gorgeous lighter Gray with white. She was scared who knows the kind of life had she lead.
JT was like the runt with a not so perfect face marking and it was just her sister and her no one had chosen to be theirs.
Now I wanted no more dogs but here were the two prettiest faces begging to be loved. I said I wanted both, actually could not believe that came out of my mouth. The daughter said she was taking the tri color one. I was taking JT as long as they were both fixed, I didn’t care.
The day we found her in the horse stall with her sister, we had been camping with a three-year old great-niece so we went home to NH but when I got to my house I called them and said I would be back up for the pup I had fallen in love with. Her husband was going to be in NH on a welding job so he brought the pup with him so we did not have to go all the way back to northern Vermont.
We bought a leash and collar as well as bowl and water, as it would be a long ride for a puppy and headed north.
We took the pickup truck with a bench seat so she could lay between us. Funny as I look back six and a half years later at that ride home. She would lay her head on my leg then wander over to the passenger side for his leg. She was trying to settle in on that big seat but wanted to be close to both of us, her HERD.
We stopped often to walk her, and to let her have some water and then she was scooped up again and placed in the middle between us. It is where she has always ridden till he bought this new truck with the big back seat. All hersto be sure.
She had been born on Mother’s Day and in October she took her first really long ride down to Georgia. We went gold prospecting with a club he belonged to and she set about making many new friends that weekend. It was really rainy and nasty, creeks were swollen I was so glad this camping trip was in a cabin with a hot tub.
This pup has led a very interesting life to be sure. She could have a blog of her own.
We no sooner got back from our trip to Georgia when we set in motion an epic cross-country trip that would include sleeping out in the wild, in a tent for the month of December. Not too worry we would be in Arizona and it is still warm right?
We bought an old RV and he made it road worthy and we were looking forward to an amazing journey together. Then the gas prices soared so we scrapped the idea of taking the old beast back west where it had actually been made. I looked for a van cheaper on gas and room for all we would need to bring with us. I found a pretty cool looking Chevy van, a conversion van the kind with a bench seat that lays down and can be used as a bed. We bought it from a group of men who used it to go back and forth to New England Patriot football games. Yes tailgaters. It has a HUGE Patriots Loge on one whole window. I never thought about the fact we were going to be in the Super Bowl and the game would be in Arizona!
What a trip that was from the start. JT could feel the excitement. I rented a place for our cat to go where, she was to be treated like a Queen, for the money she better have been the center of attention. He made a rack for the hitch, the fact he was a welder for 30 years came in handy. On this rack we took the tool box off the pick-up and placed our clothes and tenting supplies as well has some dry goods like JT’s Food and dog bones. We would be on BLM land and there would be no stores, no street lights, no phones. JT would be the only one out of the three of us to do nothing but play as any pup will do. They said rattle snakes would have taken cover as well as the other critters who live under ground, I was hoping so.
So we loaded up and headed south, I had to say good-by and Merry Christmas to Mom on our way. We opened our gifts and had a beautiful meal then loaded back into the van and headed out of New England. Leaving what we thought of winter behind us as well.
As we headed south through Massachusetts we heard a lot of horn blowing and people giving me the THUMBS UP signs that was different for me having been in a big rig all those years and it was never a THUMB I got! People were excited, they saw the sign and our team was in the hunt for a ticket to the BIG GAME! When we hit NJ the looks changed, funny how that works.
I stopped on the NJ Turnpike to top off of the gas tank when a big dark-colored Suburban pulls on the other side of the pump. It had those really dark windows, looking kind of sinister. This is a place they pump for you, so as I am sitting and waiting I hear a horn beep then I see the black glass start to open and there were four huge black men smiling at me I was kind of confused then one pointed to the SIGN on our window and said GO PATS!!! They could have been players looking at the size of them! It was like that the whole trip out. Just random strangers stopping us to congratulate our team on the playoffs and wishing us well on our journey. They all petted JT. I swear more love was given to her that first year of her life. No wonder she chooses humans over animals to play with. She never new life as a dog.
more later on JT’s Adventures with us and her adoring fans