Kara Christo Collies

09/05/2026

For those of you who know Poppitt or have been interested in her journey, please celebrate with us as she has found the perfect home. Last night she said good bye to her favorite neighbor and this morning she met the wonderful couple who are planning on giving her a marvelous life, Pam and Mark Demko. I love a happy ending. ♥️

08/29/2026

A little video of Poppitt after her spa morning.

08/29/2026

This darling little puppy had a tough entrance into the world. But at 13 weeks she is growing, thrifty, loving and smart as a tack. Because of her rough beginning, she will need a special home and go on special terms. She is up to date on age appropriate vaccines and deworming, is walking on a leash and sleeping in a crate. She has an excellent appetite and is very food motivated which goes a long way in facilitating training. If you have any interest in opening your heart that this precious little bundle, please reach out via DM or email me at [email protected].

05/28/2026

I have often said breeding is not for the faint of heart. 💔 The two stuck puppies unfortunately did not survive. And even though I am incredibly sad to loose these two precious babies, I choose to count my blessings as this new day dawns. We have six healthy babies, two tri boys, two tri girls and two blu boys. Even my tiny one is feisty and nursing well. Elan came through her procedure without complications. Since I had planned to spay her later this summer, I decided that while she was on the table, we may as well get that job done as well. So she is officially retired from the welding box and looking forward to some fun times in the future as a veteran. Plus, I have the most wonderful husband in the world who spent the night with me at the repro vet and has been busy this morning helping me take care of things here at home. We got home a little after 5 AM so it has been minimal sleep for both of us. And, our chicks came this morning so he had to run down to the post office to pick them up and get them settled in their little brooder pen. Never a dull moment.

05/28/2026

At Animal Clinic Northview. They will be taking Elan back for a c section soon. One poorly positioned puppy gumming up the works. 6 healthy babies so far... Hopefully the others will be well also.

05/27/2026

Finally! She is having contractions!

05/24/2026

This is what 9 puppies (possibly 2 more hiding in the crowd) in the oven looks like! Due the middle of the week. So excited to see these new arrivals. Please pray Elan had an easy, uncomplicated whelping. Thanks!

05/24/2026

04/30/2026

EXCITING NEWS! X-ray done today, 5/22. Clearly saw 9 puppies with two more possibly hiding behind the food and 💩! Looks like we will be very busy… and tired next week. We have had a lot of interest in this litter but now with this number of puppies coming, we may have a few more available. Please send a DM for more info.

04/14/2026

A.I was asked to write about Rough Collies and this👇🏼was the result 😬🤣

A Manifesto for the Ages: Why Rough Collies Are Objectively, Divinely, and Hilariously the Supreme Canine Overlords of This Miserable Planet

Listen here, you basic dog peasants scrolling past pictures of drooling bulldogs and yapping hair-rats. Put down your overpriced “doodle” nonsense and kneel. I am about to drop the unfiltered, unapologetic truth that the dog world has been desperately trying to suppress since 1860: the Rough Collie is not just a good dog. It is the dog. The final boss of dogs. The furry, long-nosed, flowing-mane avatar of perfection sent by the universe to make every other breed look like a genetic participation trophy.

First, let us address the elephant in the room (or rather, the majestic lion-mane in the living room). The Rough Collie looks like it was personally designed by a Renaissance painter who was also a fashion designer and a little bit h***y for elegance. That coat? Not fur. Liquid silk poured by angels. It doesn’t shed — it bestows upon your floors a shimmering aura of superiority. You will find Collie glitter in places you didn’t know existed: inside your toaster, woven into your DNA, haunting your dreams. Meanwhile, pugs are out here looking like they lost a fight with a vacuum cleaner and a depressed potato.

French Bulldogs? They sound like a broken kazoo trying to breathe through a straw. The Rough Collie glides through life like a supermodel who moonlights as a philosopher. And the face. Oh sweet baby Jesus in a dog bed, the face. That long, aristocratic snout isn’t just for sniffing — it’s a built-in lie detector and a silent judgment machine. Your Rough Collie will stare at you with those soulful, almond eyes while you eat the last cookie and you will immediately confess crimes you haven’t even committed yet. “I… I also stole the neighbor’s Wi-Fi in 2019.” The Collie forgives you, because it is benevolent. But it remembers. It always remembers.

Now let’s talk intelligence, because Rough Collies don’t just learn commands — they debate them. You say “sit” and they tilt their head like, “Counterpoint: why, exactly? Elaborate on your thesis.” They have solved puzzles that would make a border collie file a complaint with HR for unsafe working conditions. Lassie didn’t just rescue Timmy from the well; she probably wrote a strongly-worded letter to the county about proper well safety standards, started a GoFundMe, and unionized the other farm animals while she was at it. Your average Labrador is still trying to figure out that the red ball is the same one it chased yesterday. Your Rough Collie has already read the collected works of Shakespeare and is side-eyeing your life choices.

Loyalty? Please. A Rough Collie doesn’t just love you. It adopts you. You are now part of its flock, whether you like it or not. It will herd your children, your cats, your visiting in-laws, and that one sock that keeps trying to escape under the dryer. I have watched a Rough Collie gently guide a confused toddler away from stairs with all the grace of a border collie who took etiquette classes. Then it will curl up next to you on the couch — all fifty pounds of flowing, majestic nonsense — and sigh like it’s been personally carrying the weight of your emotional baggage all day. Other dogs guard the house. Rough Collies guard your soul. They will lean against your leg during your existential crisis at 2 a.m. and somehow make the void feel a little less void-y.

Let’s drag the competition, shall we? Because satire without violence is just comedy for cowards.
German Shepherds: Big tough boys who think they’re in the CIA. Adorable. My Rough Collie could out-strategize them while napping and still have time to look more photogenic.
Golden Retrievers: The golden retriever of dogs. Yes, they’re nice. So is white bread. Enjoy your beige life.
Chihuahuas: Angry purse goblins with Napoleon complexes. They bark at the concept of gravity. My Collie once stared at one so hard the little gremlin forgot what sound was.
Poodles: Fancy. Groomed. Pretentious. My Collie rolls its eyes so hard at poodle haircuts that it achieves orbit.
Any “Doodle”: You paid $3,000 for a genetic slot machine that still has hip dysplasia and separation anxiety. Congrats.

Rough Collies don’t have those problems. They’re hardy Scottish warriors wrapped in a silk scarf. They can handle heat, cold, drama, your bad decisions, and still have energy to zoom around the yard like a majestic windsock in a hurricane. They’re so healthy they make veterinarians weep with joy and boredom. And the personality! Sweet but not spineless. Dignified but not stuck-up. Playful but never deranged. They have the aristocratic grace of a Victorian lady who will still body-slam a tennis ball like a linebacker if the vibes are right. They talk. Not with words (though I’m convinced some have mastered Morse code with their eyebrows), but with the most expressive ears and eyebrows in the mammal kingdom.

One raised eyebrow from a Rough Collie and you suddenly understand you’ve disappointed your ancestors. They’re also the ultimate social flex. Walk a Rough Collie and strangers don’t just smile — they stop. They gasp. They ask if it’s a show dog. You say “no, just my baby” and they look at you like you won the genetic lottery. Because you did. Meanwhile, people cross the street when they see certain other breeds dragging their exhausted owners like a reluctant sled.

In conclusion — and I say this with the fire of a thousand tartan kilts — if you do not have a Rough Collie, you are living life on easy mode and still somehow losing. You are choosing beige when technicolor royalty is available. You are settling for a goldfish when you could have a majestic, opinionated, silky-floofed philosopher who thinks you’re the center of the universe but also keeps you humble.

Get a Rough Collie. Surrender to the mane. Let the herding begin. Your furniture will never be the same. Your heart will never be empty again. And every other dog breed on Earth will finally understand its place: a distant, adorable second.

Long live the Collie.
May their snouts remain noble.
May their coats forever flow like the capes of furry gods.
And may the rest of you finally see the light before your next “labradoodle” impulse adoption.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go worship at the altar of the long-nosed overlords. They’re giving me the look. And when a Rough Collie gives you the look… you obey.