Happy Thirteenth Birthday Tweed!
He was two weeks old when I picked him, via scanned polaroid photo(!) from the internetz:
His mum was Tuffy, a little black and white cattle working border collie:
His dad was Bear, the strong silent type of Australian Shepherd:
He was 5.5 weeks old when I brought him home. He slept the whole way back from Washington in my lap, waking only to ask to pee once, and to eat three french fries and half my cheeseburger.
He won over my grouchy dog Briggs, something no other dog had ever managed to do,
He was my first REAL agility dog, and while we struggled about power over the years, he was an enthusiastic and willing partner. He taught me much.
When he was 12, he won the BC-Yukon Regionals for me, and promptly retired himself afterward :)
Now he is 13 years old. I cannot imagine life without him.
Here’s to many more Tweed. You and me, kid – kicking ass and taking names :)