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posted Jan 22, 2016, 1:57 PM by Christa McElroy

John and Cindy Seinar's Annie:

Gorgeous Annie was from Oxford, MI and is dearly missed by John and Cindy.


posted Jan 22, 2016, 1:54 PM by Christa McElroy

UPDATE: It is with sad hearts that we share the news that our foster girl, Abbey, passed away Monday evening, August 26, 2013. Abbey was rushed to an emergency vet and diagnosed with hemangiosarcoma, a very aggressive cancer of the blood vessels. She touched all our hearts with her gentle nature and courage as she endured her previous medical issue. Abbey will be remembered and greatly missed by her foster family and our rescue community.

Introducing Abbey, our Miracle Girl!! Abbey is a 10-year- old mahogany sable that came into Rescue from the Ionia shelter, where she was turned in by her owner just before Memorial Day. Unbeknownst to all of us, Abbey had a life-threatening case of canine pyometra, a disease that is found in older, unspayed females, and one which usually is fatal. Luckily for Miss Miracle Abbey, everyone from the shelter and the rescue jumped into immediate action, and got her to the vet for surgery and into foster, where she is healing and being loved and spoiled. If you are interested in giving Abbey a place in your heart and home, please fill out an application.

From Abbey: Hi! I just had a whirlwind of a holiday weekend, and I hope all that’s behind me now. I’m loving my foster family and all the attention, and I just want to stick close to these lovely new people and soak up all the love I can get! Somewhere in all the excitement I lost my coat, and I feel kind of silly without it, but it was pretty stinky and matted and had about a gazillion fleas, so I’m busy growing a new one, and I’ll be beautiful again in no time – you’ll see!!!. I’m looking for someone that wants to give a spunky senior a loving home, ’cause I’m all better now, and I sure wasn’t ready to check out yet – I’ve got lots more love and joy to spread around! 


posted Jan 22, 2016, 1:48 PM by Christa McElroy

Erin McClellan's Star:

In 2001, I adopted Star from a wonderful lady who had too many collies, and needed to find her a home. As a little girl, I had loved watching ‘Lassie’ and had always wanted a collie of my own to be my best friend and be my best companion. My mother and I looked all over for the perfect collie. When we found Star, we knew she would be the perfect addition to our family. Star fit in with our family right away although she was nervous of her surroundings. This would end up being an 11-year best friendship that I couldn’t even dream of letting go. She was with me everyday, making me the happiest owner ever. Star knew when I was upset and always comforted me with her cute nose, placing it on my leg to know that she knew how I felt, and she didn’t like me being upset. I was never very social in high school but, I didn’t mind. Star always kept me company and helped me through everything. During high school, she stopped being able to go up the stairs to sleep with me. This is when the start of her problems began. Of course, I grew up and got married, moved out of my parents' house, and started to live the grown-up life. Star would be at my parents' house, waiting for me to come home and give her some hugs and kisses. I thought about her everyday and how much I missed her.

One day my mother contacted me and told me that she thought there was something wrong with Star. She was not going to the bathroom anymore and when she did, it was not a lot. Star would stay in the same place in the house all day because it hurt her to get up. Her back legs had no more strength and her hips would not cooperate with her. Star was never the dog that would whimper but, one night, she did. It went on all night and this is when we knew that our 11-year old friend was not happy with her life anymore. Once we saw Star not eating, sleeping good, or being able to get up from one spot to another, we all knew (including our vet) that it was time for her to be free of her pain.

The day we went to take Star to the vet was the hardest day of my life. I didn’t know if I was strong enough to go through with this and watch her leave this earth. Staying with Star until her last day was the best decision I ever made, and I wouldn’t take it back. I was her owner, and was with her to the very end like best friends should be. I told her “It’s okay, girl. You can go.” and she did. It has been three months, and it is still hard writing about it but I wanted people to know one thing about collies. Collies are the best thing that a child can grow up with. They will be your companion, best friend, protector and one of the best things to enter your life. Every day with Star was a new adventure, and I will never forget my best friend of ten years. She was truly a blessing and I thank God he put her in my life. I miss you StarBaby. More and more everyday.

Maverick Spaz

posted Jan 22, 2016, 1:46 PM by Christa McElroy

Kim Lowandes' Maverick Spaz:

In 2000, I adopted a tri-color collie named Mustang. He was found with a bullet in his shoulder, wandering on the western side of the state of Michigan with his litter brother, Colt. They were approximately 1.5 years old and were being fostered in Fenton. After seeing Mustang at an adoption event in Westland, my mother and I knew that he was “The One.”

He had such expressive eyes. We adopted this poor, skittish, scrawny collie and re-named him Maverick because that was the name that would come out of our mouths….not Mustang. He sprinted and bucked around the yard and house like he was a wild mustang! He weighed 65 pounds and didn’t have the typical collie hair because when they found him, he was so matted.

Eventually, he became very attached to us and the house, no longer fearing running water, loud noises, or other people. He gained weight and because he was the larger breed collie, weighed just over 100 pounds. His nickname became “Crazy Psycho Dog” because he would pull me around the house trying to get the scrunchie out of my ponytail! I also called him Spaz because of his crazy, fun, colorful personality. He was my baby. I loved him so very much.

He was with me when I was bedridden for one year because of back surgery. He always knew when I was in pain because he would lay down beside me and comfort me. He also was with me when I went through my 3.5 year cancer battle. I almost died four times, and each time he was right there with me glued to my side. He was my motivation for making it through my battle and for getting up every day. Without him, I don’t know where I’d be today.

I had to put him to sleep in September, 2009; he was 12 years old. This was the most heart-wrenching decision I’ve ever had to make. His hip dysplasia became so bad that he could no longer ambulate and the vet could not do anything else for him. Any surgery would have just prolonged the inevitable and he still would have had pain. I believe that in the end, despite his pain, he still carried on for me. I miss him terribly every day. I’ve had collies before, but Spaz was my special buddy. I just know that he is up there doing what he hadn’t been able to do for a long time…..running around, bucking, sprinting, jumping over everything……and this makes me smile.


posted Jan 22, 2016, 1:42 PM by Christa McElroy

The VanderKlok's Brando:

Wasn’t he handsome? That’s our Brando. Our best friend that came into our lives in 2000. Soon after purchasing our first home our desire to own a dog was huge. I had such a great relationship with a collie as a child, I knew that was the breed for us. After much research, my husband and I found TCCR, specifically, Pegi Hack. She told us she had recently rescued a sable male (4 months old) that was abandoned on a farm. We couldn’t wait to meet him! We sat on the floor in Pegi’s living room for two hours playing with him, discussing collie facts with Pegi, and dodging those sharp, puppy teeth. Thankfully, we were given the green light to take him home soon after our initial meeting. Brando instantly became our first “child.”

That playful puppy turned into an 80 lb. gentle giant. During our eight years with Brando, we also added two little girls to our family. We couldn’t have handmade a more patient, loving dog to be around our babies. He looked huge laying next
to them when they were infants, but he was never anything less than kind. Our vet appropriately called Brando…”a gentleman.” We became identified in our neighborhood not by ourselves but by our ”beautiful dog.” If we had a nickel for every time we heard that – we’d be rich! We were also probably known for the famous collie bark. Brando always had something to say! He was also a hit at parades. While attending one, someone took his picture and he ended up on the cover of a local magazine. He loved attending the annual collie picnic. Our oldest daughter referred to it as, “Brando’s birthday party with his cousins.” He enjoyed car rides with us even if it meant just a trip to the store. He loved to lay in big piles of freshly raked leaves. He loved PB & J and pizza and would poke at us with his signature long, collie nose while we were eating just hoping for a crumb to drop. He was a real trooper when our girls dressed him up in princess dresses or used him as a pretend “seeing eye dog.” He enjoyed running wildly in new fallen snow. He loved laying in bed with us. He was so big and we were such suckers for him that we’d let him have most of the bed even if it meant we were almost falling off of it! He always had us wrapped around his big paw.

Brando passed away after a long battle of renal (kidney) failure on Sept 12, 2008. If you didn’t know him, you wouldn’t have even thought he was sick. He was a strong boy. He never wanted to let us down and ended everything on the best note he could. Even on that sad day in the vet’s office, I nudged him gently with one of his toys and though he wasn’t feeling good, he wagged his tail, looked at me with those sweet, brown eyes and tugged back at it for a moment. He really didn’t want to play, but I honestly believe he did it to tell me, ”It’s okay mom. I’ll see you again.” He was always our source of calm in an often stressful world.

I ran into a woman two weeks after we lost Brando at a parade. At the end of her dog leash was a five-month old collie. My heart melted and I HAD to go pet her puppy. When she learned I too once owned a collie, she asked if I had any advice. I said to her, “No. Not really. Just know you’re probably holding one of the best dogs you’ll ever have in your life. So, give him lots of love.”

Thank you to everyone at TCCR for all your efforts in helping to protect one of the best dog breeds out there. Thank you, Pegi, for taking a chance on a couple 20-something’s. I know you’re having fun with our baby boy. Take care of him 'til we get there. Miss and love you B. ~ Jennifer, Dave, Teagan and Kinsley VanderKlok


posted Jan 22, 2016, 1:38 PM by Christa McElroy

The Buescher's Roxy:

We got our beautiful Roxy in December, 1996.

Monica Glinski sent us to visit Roxy who was being fostered by Barb Rose. Roxy was a beautiful six-month old, rough sable girl who, after originally being purchased from a breeder, had been abused and neglected.

Roxy (original name “Kirsty”-my daughter said she needed a new “tough”-sounding name to help give her confidence) thankfully ended up with TCCR. When we visited her, she was very frightened of pretty much everyone and everything, with the exception of other animals. Barb and Monica both made sure we understood that Roxy would never be quite a “normal” dog and that gaining her confidence would be a long process. Being a sincerely pet-loving family, we were willing to take on the challenge. It was an effort to be sure, but our sweet Roxy made all the patience we exerted more than worth the effort.

Our overly confident male maltese, Scooter, adored Roxy as much as we did! Roxy was quick to pick up cues from him on what to do and who to trust. Monica came by to watch Roxy’s behavior and give us some pointers on dealing with her fears.

We took Roxy to the TCCR Collie Day at the Park the following August. She loved seeing all of the other collies. You could tell that she knew she was amongst her own kind and thoroughly enjoyed it! We took a great picture of her at the picnic and Roxy ended up being the poster girl for TCCR for awhile.

My husband loved Roxy dearly and he was definitely her favorite. The following summer, he took a picture of her to a tattoo parlor and had her face/head tattooed on his bicep! I couldn’t believe he’d done it – he said, “Roxy will always be with me now.” That’s the only tattoo my husband has ever had.

We eventually got another dog, a mutt my husband found by Tiger Stadium. Another male dog joined our household. Roxy was definitely the “Queen” and top dog in our house! It was wonderful to see her true personality and confidence come out when she was interacting with other dogs. Our three dogs had lots of fun together over the years!

We had many other animals during the years: rabbits, ducks, cats, guinea pigs, you name it! Roxy was wonderful with all of them; she was always gentle and kind. Roxy was also amazingly intelligent. I would have loved to have seen just how much she could have learned if her fears hadn’t held her back.We had to say goodbye to Roxy on September 5. Old age had caught up with her and there was nothing more that could be done for her. Roxy was still fairly spunky up until the last ten days and was as beautiful as ever right to the end.

Roxy never was quite a “normal” dog; she was so much more than that.


posted Jan 22, 2016, 1:36 PM by Christa McElroy

Gretchen Alaniz's Ozzie:

Ozzie came to me as a foster boy when he was around two years old, a 4th of July stray (fireworks!). He was adopted by a family, but after a year, he was returned – he no longer fit into their new lifestyle (mid-life crisis!). I readily admit that I was secretly glad they brought him back. I let him go once, but I wasn’t letting go again.

At almost 100 lbs, he was a beautiful big boy with one ear up and one ear down, giving him such a charming look. He loved everyone, even those that thought he was a greyhound-doberman mix (I know!). He had the sense of humor and inquisitiveness often talked about with smooths, learning to open both doors and then windows (we had locked the doors) and to say “I Love You”. He loved other small animals, but he loved skunks above all others (unfortunately).

I’ll never forget the day his “come see what I found” barking drew me outside and there he was standing over three racoon babies that had fallen out of the 40 foot maple. For one night, he was daddy to five baby racoons.

His favorite treat was bread and he always knew when it was time for his bedtime treat. He hated hardwood floors, loved walks in the park, and always tried to eat bees. His favorite toy was a stuffed horse. All are maybe silly things to remember, but those are things all Ozzie.

Heading towards 15 years of age, he has been a joy to me in so many ways, my pal, my best listener. Since May, he started to really have problems, loosing all his muscle tone in his back legs and having so much trouble walking. It was finally too much to watch him struggle and lose his interest in all things doggy. He will be missed. I know many of you have been through this as well. It never gets easier, but I wouldn’t ever trade having Ozzie in my life to avoid the pain of letting him go.

See you later, pal.


posted Jan 22, 2016, 1:33 PM by Christa McElroy

Devria St. Aubins Noah

Buddy Rex

posted Jan 22, 2016, 1:31 PM by Christa McElroy

Buddy Rex was with TCCR for nearly two years. It turned out his permanent home was with his foster home. Buddy Rex passed away peacefully with his family by his side on September 1.

Buddy Rex had a great and playful attitude. He found great pleasure in fetching his toys (though not too far) and playing tug with his prize. Buddy will be missed by all who knew him.


posted Jan 22, 2016, 1:29 PM by Christa McElroy

The Guastella's Delta:

Delta Dawg…

Nine years ago we adopted Delta, who was already almost one year-old at the time. A beautiful sable collie, she was found wandering around the Delta air terminal at Metro Airport. She was thus named appropriately. Initially, we thought a collie was much too large and too hairy, so we were a bit reluctant to adopt one. After a couple of bad dog experiences, our trainer insisted that this was a wise choice for a family pet.

This gentle giant captured the hearts of adults and children alike. Even people, who didn’t like dogs, discovered that they liked Delta. Friendly to a fault, she did not have a mean or aggressive bone in her body…unless, of course, you were a rabbit. She protected us from the dangerous bunnies every spring season with her incessant barking, making sure the rabbits stayed out of our yard. No one entered our home without being greeted and nudged until they would return the greeting to Delta.

She loved to sit outside under a shady tree while my husband washed the car or while I worked in the garden. She would “herd” our three children to keep them together while they played and she always wanted to be around the family.

Delta was so much more than just a dog; she truly was a member of our family. She succumbed to a form of lung cancer this past April, which was producing holes in her lungs and causing her lungs to collapse. We tried, unsuccessfully, to get her through this. At almost ten years old, she still had a lot of puppy left in her. Playful and loving, she was wagging her tail right up 'til the end. Our hearts are broken with the loss of Delta and she will be missed.

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