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Kevin and I both often shake our head and wonder how we ended up with such a good dog.

Let's see...  Kevin and I met in the fall of 2005.  In July 2006 we got Dewey (who went back to live with dear friend Shannon upon Nola's arrival, and met an untimely fate).  In April 2007 we got Sergeant.

We'd been looking for a few months because we knew we were in the market for a dog.  We ruled out a puppy.  We wanted to bypass peeing in the house and chewing on everything; besides, so many dogs need homes.  Night after night, Kevin would scour SPCA websites in the area.  So many looked like they'd be a good fit in our home, but Kevin was never sold on one.  I would have taken any of them right away, but he was being picky!

From February to April of 2007 I was in my final practicum of the Education program.  I was doing a Grade 5 Science project and needed pearl barley for a sieve activity.  I stopped by the local Save On Foods, which I never went to, and purchased my product.  On the way out I stopped by the bulletin board to see what was new.  Low and behold were pictures of 2 border collies at a local bi-law officers kennel that needed homes.  I didn't have a pen and paper, but memorized the phone number and hoped I'd remember it by the time I got home.  I did.  I told Kevin about them and said we should go have a look.  I called and set up a time to go North of town to meet them.

The first border collie was a female and VERY skittish.  She didn't like us one bit and wouldn't come no matter how hard we tried.  Big time NO.  Jim, the bi-law guy, brought out the next dog.  This one was a male and came in to the fenced yard, came right up to us for a pet, trotted around the fence line, came right back to Kevin and sat on his feet.  SOLD.

He's turned out to be very loyal and mild tempered.  Just on Monday I took Sarge to the vet to get his yearly shots, and the vet and I were talking.  She's been very good to us and Sergeant, and even admitted he's not like other border collies.  She laughed and said, "He's more human than border collie."  This is true.  He doesn't chew, he doesn't like water, and he's fat and lazy!  Perfect for our house!

And amazing with Nola.  ♥

Sergeant and Dewey


Camping


Showing Sergeant some information...they're so into it.


♥  ride 'em doggie

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