posted on Jan, 6 2018 @ 02:20 AM
I started going to the shelter a few times a week (maybe more) looking for a dog. I wasn't quite sure what I was looking for, the place I lived had a
breed ban so at the time no Pit Bulls (I love them), Rottweilers, German Shepherds, Dobermans, or Chows.
I was in there so often I became a familiar face.
One day I showed up, and the gal behind the desk told me she thought she had found the right dog for me. He wasn't supposed to be shown to people
yet, I don't remember the reasoning there. I think perhaps they wanted to watch him for a few days to check his temperament. He'd had all his shots
and was neutered and healed.
They let me go play with him in a run, and I fell in love. Gorgeous dog, very sweet, played ball even though he was so excited to be out of his
kennel he had a hard time focusing.
He looks like this, but better, and his markings are distinct enough I don't want to post his picture. Never mind, ATS thinks I'm running an
adblocker. Google Red Border Collie, look for one with a thin strip on his nose. Like that, but more handsome.
Adopted him on the spot. We went to PETCO on the way home, bought a kennel, a bed, and other dog necessities. He was scared of the stairs going up
to the condo, so I carried him up (it was good practice for later), then brought up all the stuff and put together the crate. I've crate trained dogs
before, so I was expecting him to have a little trouble. "Hey bud, you want to see your crate?". He ran right in, turned and lay himself down. It
was pretty obvious he'd been trained.
Love my boy, but he got expensive. I think perhaps that's why he was abandoned, someone knew. Had to have surgery on both knees, and that cost me a
TON of money. I think about $5k. That seems absurd, but when I adopted him I made a promise to him that I would take care of him, so I did. That
was also 4-6 months (one knee at a time) of carrying him up and down three flights of stairs so he could go to the bathroom, wrapping the cast in a
garbage bag when it was wet (it's Seattle), and coaxing drugs down his throat. He was too smart for pill pockets.
Completely worth it. He's just the best dog, incredibly sweet, and I'm pretty sure his awesomeness has landed me some amazing women that are out of
He's gotten in trouble about three times. Once he walked up to me in the hallway, lifted his leg and peed. He got smacked on the nose (I don't like
smacking dogs). It was an obvious test. The smack was pretty mild. The second time I caught him chewing on the baseboard, no smack but I was mad.
Third time, he got into the garbage. Pretend smack, feigned outrage, and he KNEW I wasn't really mad but he shouldn't try it again.
This is a VERY smart dog, I've caught him staring at an open refrigerator door. Doesn't steal, just wants to look. People are blown away that I use
a paper grocery bag for trash sometimes without him getting into it. I don't think he's scared of getting in trouble, he just thinks it's rude.
I should stop, I could keep going for hours. I love my boy. He calmed me down a lot, he's my best friend, i love him more than I can express, sleep
better with his head on my leg, don't get in trouble because I want to go home.