Jessie's Family Page

 

 

     I am Jessie, a  Border Collie  - soon to be one year old


This is my very own page and my mommy said I could say anything I wanted...of course, I have to be nice... she will do the typing for me, 'cause I don't know how!!!!

I would like for you to meet my new family....

I now have a daddy, a mommy and two brothers...well, I will call them Jack and Rick..
I came to live with my new family September 29, 2000 when I was 6 months old..

my daddy and me-October 1, 2000

 

 

 

My daddy is very nice to me and I love him very much...Every evening he takes me for a walk, around 5 PM, and if he forgets, I remind him of it...sometime he plays with me. I love to steal my daddy's socks-but I don't chew them up....so he really doesn't care...I like to jump on the bed in the morning to wake him up...

  



 

my mommy and me-November 7, 2000

 

I love my mommy very much too.. she takes care of me...she feeds me and she brushes me  every day.  she wrestles with me, and sometimes I am too rough with her.  when I first came to live with them, I did a few bad things...but I was only a little puppy...I stole one of her bears off the bed, she took it away from me and put it back on the bed, I stole it again and carried it around with me everywhere I went- so she gave up and said I could have it....She told me "this is  Jessie's bear and the others are mommy's bears".  Well, it didn't really work that way.  I stole three more of her bears and I tore them in little tiny pieces...Oh boy, my mommy was mad, she said she was going to send me back to Fairfield (that's the place where I used to live and I don't want to go back there)-she was really mad because they were gifts. I knew I had done something  really bad because she gave me a dirty look every time she looked at me...but later on that day, she hugged me and said she still loved me, and I was still her little boy..  Now I am all grown up and I try to be a good boy, I am going to be one year old.....  For Christmas I got a lot of toys and I even got a toy chest, it looks like a big bone.  I love to get my toys out, but I haven't learned how to put them back in it yet...my mommy says it is worse than when Jack and Rick were small...toys all over the place...my mommy and I have started walking every afternoon now...I like it and besides she needs to walk....she says I am very good walking on the leash.
Our friends next door, Ruth  and Bob, really like me-Bob keeps a plastic bag with cookies in his van ....when I see him come home I run to the fence so he gives me cookies (most of the time I get two), and Ruth is learning-when she comes to see my mommy, she brings a cookie with her...
My mommy loves to be on this computer and sometime I try to remind her that I am here too-just like on this picture-my daddy thought it was cute so he took the picture....

 


January 2001-look mom I am a big boy and I can help

 

 

I met Jack for the first time on the 22nd of December, when he came home to spend Christmas with the family...When I first saw him, I growled at him, for just a little bit,  then I liked him.  On Christmas morning he helped me unwrap my toys...I never had Christmas before.  He taught me how to catch  and he played with me while he was  here...before he left, he told my mommy to keep teaching me how to catch so I wouldn't forget.  I don't get to see him much because he lives in New York.. I miss him but he said he would be back soon to teach me how to catch a frisbee...
Jack is my friend and I love him.  I won't growl  at him no more.

My "brother" Jack and me-Christmas 2000


 

 

 

My "brother" Rick and me-Christmas 2000


 

 

 

Rick came home for "Columbus Day" weekend, and that's when I saw him for the first time...I had only been with my new family  about 1 week.  When he stood in the doorway, I growled and barked at him.....I was not going to let him come in, I didn't know who he was and my mommy was not here....I was 6 months old but I was going to protect my new home...
Rick gave me a few  french fries so I was friend with him right then....He always wrestles with me-I am rough with him but its OK-he is a big boy. I love to chew on his toes and sometime he laughs really hard...but he plays hard with me too, and I really like that...He always says I am a good boy...I see Rick more often because he lives in Tennessee. I love "huggies".....and I love Rick

 

 

 

Little working man

 

 I have decided, since I was a big boy, that I needed a job to help my family-so I am a paperboy...Every morning I go fetch my mommy's paper in the driveway-she even took a picture of me.  I had a few accidents, I grabbed the bag by the wrong end and when I got on the porch, all I had was the bag...the paper was all over the driveway...my mommy thought it was really funny...well I went inside and sat in front of the cookie jar anyway for my cookie.  I had done my job.


 

 

The Life Of A Puppy


This morning, I woke up & kissed my dad's head.
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed.
"The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great."
Then I thought about breakfast," I hope it's not late."

Mom took me outside, we walked for a while.
This never fails to make Mama smile.
I sniffed of everything, that we did pass,
I ate something weird - it gave me gas.

I'm sure God loves me, I know that is true.
He gave me so many great things to chew.
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care.
What I truly like best, is Dad's underwear.

That obedience book, was sort of yummy.
Though it didn't sit well on my poor puppy tummy.
I threw up a bit, but that was all right,
When Mom found it later, I was well out of sight.

I made streamers of T. P., while running at full speed.
Mom is pretty quick -- but I was still in the lead.
I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past,
She stopped-shook her head, and breathed,
"You're too fast."

Mama later phoned Daddy, and said, "It was frightening!"
That afternoon, she was sure I'd pooped lightning.
She'd sat at the computer, while I chewed the cord,
She thought I was mad, but I was just bored.

When Mama had enough, couldn't take anymore,
That's when my tushy got shoved out the door.
I love it inside, but outside is best.
Lay in the cool grass, and had a good rest.

That didn't last long, there was too much to do--
Can't quite remember where I hid Daddy's shoe.
I found an old bone, and scratched at a flea,
I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a tree.

I barked at the kids, when they got off the bus.
I can't figure out why this makes Mama fuss.
I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind.
I barked and barked, till Mom yelled, "COME IN."

The sun dipped in the west-soon Daddy would come!
I sure love my daddy: we always have fun.
I barked at my daddy, then turned on my charms,
I woo-wooed, "Hello," then jumped in his arms.

Sitting under the table -- it's sooo hard to wait.
Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate.
I raced through the house, and scattered my toys,
Ricocheted off the furniture, and made lots of noise.

Mom found her purse - the one I abused.
Daddy let loose a chuckle. Mom asked "Amused??"
I cowered down low, I must be in trouble.
Dad said, "Wasn't MY boy, it must be his double!"

Mom turned off the TV, and said,"Time for bed."
Dad said "Let's go boy," and patted my head.
I got in my spot, between Mom and Dad,
I thought 'bout my day and what fun I had.

Mama kicked out my bone from the covers below,
Then let loose a sigh -- a sigh deep and low.
She gave me a kiss, and snuggled me tight,
And whispered so softly, 'My darling goodnight'.

Author Unknown

 

 

 

Jessie's Other Pages
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Jessie's Holiday Pages

 

Christmas-1  ~  Christmas-2  ~Christmas-3  ~  

Valentine  ~  St Patrick  ~  Holidays 2002  ~  Christmas Cards1-2002  ~

Christmas Cards2-2002  ~

 

 

 

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