Ratty, old and faded red dog collar. Definitely for a pup of the large variety.

This collar belonged to my favoritest dog in the whole world; Rascal. He was a Saint Bernard mix that my mom rescued (along with his sister) when I was 5 years old. I remember my mom telling us she had a surprise for my brother and I out in our horse trailer (Not sure why they were in there, must’ve been our best transportation option for them). We raced outside and I remember thinking they sounded like little piglets. As soon as I saw him I knew he was mine and I left his sister to my brother.

At the time one of my favorite bands was Rascal Flats, hence his name. I wouldn’t say he was ever formally trained in any real way but by the time I was around 10 I did teach him sit and shake. And man was he cute and a huge brat but mostly cute. He loved going for walks with me and cuddling. I miss him everyday.