12/06/2025
The joy and worries of having an old dog is something I’ve experienced twice so far. First with my wise Collie Bamse, who left me at 10.5 years due to a bad back, but gave me many important years during a crucial time in my life.
Now it’s Lass, my strong, independent girl. She’s 15 now - like 100 years - but still so agile. For years, my heart has prepared for the fact that that year might be her last birthday. But she just goes and goes. It’s a bit egoistic the feeling that I don’t want her to go. I’ve had her so long and still it’s not enough!
She’s been through so much—working until 11 and helping years after that as well, fighting some injuries, losing her hearing but can still see me from a distance. And her eating habits... she once ate almost a whole peanut butter jar—glass and all—and was totally fine! Pooping and throwing up glass for weeks after… and just the other week she found a lasagna for like 6 people that she ate… had a food coma for 24 hours and then she was searching for food again!!! She’s the strongest, craziest little dog I know. Despite little trail training, she made it to finals in trials and taught me a lot, especially about nerves as she did her own thing all the time!
4 litters and 29 pups, many now working dogs or athletes. I’m so grateful she became Lass for me. The day she leaves will be hard—who am I then?
A few months ago, she tore her bicep tendon jumping over a ditch. I thought it was the end, but she’s adapted, found new strength, and still enjoys long walks. I am the one running after her now, making sure she don’t wander off in the search for food and smells. Making sure she does not jump off a cliff or over a ditch. It’s hard work but I’ll do it for her anytime! She’s slowing down now, I can see that, and it’s okay. She deserves to rest, take it easy, herd the chickens, and search for treats and food that’s not really food for dogs until she’s ready to go.
This is our last summer together—and I’m cherishing every moment. ❤️