How can I not dedicate a section to my beloved little hound. Mandela was of course named after the noble and magnificent Nelson Mandela. Obviously my aspirations for her were high and she has exceeded all expectations. Truly an amazing friend and partner these past 12 years.
She was born somewhat lowly. A Rat Terrier mom and Border Collie father; the neighbors’ dog in what might charitably be described as a date rape situation, when the border collie jumped the fence to court the in-heat Pebble, Billy Underwood’s beloved Rat Terrier. The courtship was short, but intense. And profitable in the breeding sense. Anyway, I went to visit the pup’s in Billy’s garage when they were about 5 weeks. Mandela came and crawled in my lap immediately and we sat and got acquainted for an hour or so. I called Billy and told him that while I had driven up to just have a look I had fallen in love and needed to bring this little dog into my home. And so it was to be.
This little dog has covered some ground and had a pretty good doggy-life I think. She has roamed the mountains of Idaho and Utah. The beaches of Washington and Oregon. Driven from Idaho to Utah to Texas and New Orleans; and from Idaho across route 70 to OH. To upstate New York and down through Pennsylvania and West Virginia; Kentucky, South and North Carolina. She has flown dozens of times–occasionally in business class. She has dozens of cherished friends and family who love her and have no issues giving her a bed if I have to travel.
So I’m giving over some space for a few images of her over the years. I will likely add to these over time; perhaps some context but not in any sort of timeline.