I've always had dogs. Usually two so they wouldn't get lonely.
40 years ago I found a lost Australian Shepherd on the Interstate, took it home, fell in love, found the owner, gave him back, and then for the next 40 years it's been all Australian Shepherds.
Someday I'll share my mountain lion story. Two of my Aussies saved my life and really did fight off a mountain lion that attacked us in Boulder Canyon. Well....I guess that IS the story!
They tag teamed the lion. One got behind him and one in front. The dog on the tail would jump in and bite him on the butt. The lion would spin around and then the other dog would bite it on the butt. The lion got tired of spinning and ran back up the trail and disappeared for a minute but came back and attacked again two more times.
Did i say it was a moonless night and all I had to defend myself was a flashlight? I was scared sh!tless! But not my dogs and eventually the lion disappeared.
And so did we!
When we got home I ordered two pizzas. One for me. One for the dogs. They didn't get left overs that night!
Here's Izzy as a puppy and all
growed up!
