Two years since I brought Swifty home. ♡ From the moment my boss brought her to the farm as a tiny puppy, I had my eye on her. She just had that something special that drew me to her. She was confident, fast, surprisingly agile for a puppy - at about four months old she climbed out the half-open window of the work ute to join me and the huntaways moving cattle. I joked about stealing her to train for agility.
When Swifty was about eleven months old, my boss had decided she was too "annoying," "destructive," and consistently "stirring up" the other older working dogs. Luckily for Swifty, the boss recognized this behavior as that of a bored, unfulfilled young working dog, and gave me the first choice to take her, or she would go to another farmer. There was no choice at all; it seemed Swifty was destined to be mine.
We had to start at the absolute basics. Swifty didn't know anything beyond sit and recall. She had to learn how to take food from my hand and play with toys. I picked her up on Friday morning, and Saturday afternoon she was meeting all my friends at agility club and being everyone's new bestie. Three days later we had a three hour round trip to collect a new trailer. She took everything in her stride. It was clear she had found her forever home. ♡
Hence her registered name: Swift Hand Of Fate.
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