I lost my constant companion Daisy a minpin/terrier cross mutt in October. She was with me for a month shy of thirteen years, and was about nine or ten months old when I got her from the pound. I finally got to where I could look at her spot on the couch and not expect to see her.
I was talking with my cousin a few days ago and she asked "What about an Australian Shepard?" Seems a woman she knows had some almost ready to go.
I met her this evening and got him; an eight week old, rolly polly sixteen pound chunky guy. Supposed to be a mix of Austrailan shepard and Heeler. I haven't decided on a name for him yet; Buddy the tom cat doesn't know what to make of him and Mom's spayed female cat Speedy just watches him from on top of the ice box.
He may be the best Christmas present since I got my first rifle in 1974.
Robert