This is the first dog I have had since my beloved childhood mutt died when I was 15; her name is Layla and we adopted her from the Lexington Humane Society when she was 8 weeks old. She is now 1 year and 8 months. My husband and I her intensely. Her sweet, smart, playful, loving little soul with fur has already gotten us through some rough times such as my Dad's passing, my Mom's onset of dementia/having to enter assisted living, and my DH's scare with kidney problems. In fact, we adopted her two days after my Dad's funeral, we had been discussing getting a pet for a while and we just needed to jump in and get some extra love.
My husband had always had herding dogs and we saw on pet finder that the shelter had two female Border Collie mix puppies and we went and fell in love. We did a doggie DNA test I ordered online and it said she was 1/2 Aussie and 1/2 mutt; but who knows, she is smart and herds things, LOL. She loves her long walks, agility class, and her BFF who is our good friend's young GSD, oh, and whatever "dad" has on his plate (he eats a lot more meat than I do). She is asleep right now or she would bark at me for daring to pay attention to that square lit-up thingie on the desk rather than go out and play tennis ball fetch with HER. Darn humans can't be properly herded in the right direction for very long at a time.
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