June 9, 2017
This is the story of my 3-year-old Border Collie named Maejor.
She’s the LOML and BFF (sorry, babe).
Anyone who knows me, knows I love my dog. Like, more than anything, really. I would be lost without her. We do pretty much everything together. She loves to play, go for walks, and is a huge cuddle bug. Life was boring without her.
How Maejor came into my life:
In 2013, around Halloween, my friend asked me to go to the local pumpkin patch to pick out pumpkins for whatever reason. I agreed to go with her and I’m glad I did. As we were walking out to the pumpkins, we passed the pony rides, and a pen of 7-week-old Border Collie puppies.
I. LOVE. PUPPIES.
So, logically, we had to stop and pet the puppies. I picked up a standard black and white puppy, but then noticed the only red and white puppy of the litter. A little girl. Immediately, I fell in love. She was tiny, fluffy, and so cuddly. I took pictures with her, and asked for more details about the important things like the price. I set her down, thinking it wasn’t the smartest decision to spend that much money on a puppy at 16 years old, and we walked out to the pumpkins.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how cute she was.
Well, we had to walk back by the puppies on our way out, and the cuteness got the best of me. I had to have her. The lady running the pony rides, who owned the puppies, told me to hurry back with money because this puppy was going to go quick. I got her contact information and drove (very quickly) to the bank. On the way to the bank, I texted my mom that I was bringing home the puppy, and she replied “ok”, giving me the go ahead.
Little bit of a misunderstanding there, but we’ll get to that in a second.
At the bank, I basically drained my account because who really has a ton of money saved at 16. But, this puppy was worth it. We drove all the way back to the pumpkin patch, and I got my puppy. I was so excited to be holding this little ball of fluff and taking her home!
I HAD A PUPPY.
We got home with the puppy and my mom was not happy. She told me, “that dog can’t stay here more than a week”, and I told her, “too bad because I bought her.” Long story short, she thought I was bringing a friends puppy over, not purchasing my own to live with us.
She loves her now, so everything’s good.
Ever since that day, she’s been my best friend. We’ve done everything together. Yes, there’s been some rough patches, but we’ve figured it out. I’ve learned so much from her and I wouldn’t trade the world for her. She’s my beautiful, intelligent, stubborn child.
I love Maejor.