Last evening I was playing with the three dogs, and was amused to realize that all three represent the only three breeds that I swore I would never have.
Blue the ACD: I’ve gotten on my soapbox for years about the unsuitability of ACDs for casual pet owners—working dogs, not pets! After his owner surrendered him to my vet, I took him in, thinking he could be a farm dog. After the hinny kicked him squarely in the orbital bone (cracking it), and the sheep nearly had heart attacks due to his presence, he was retired from farm work but became the best pet I’ve ever had.
Scout, the dumped mostly-border collie mix from last year, also brought out my “BCs aren’t good pets” attitude. He accurately represents the breed, and has to remain on leash at all times, but I wouldn’t trade him for the world. I’ve found ways to give him jobs, and chances to burn off energy, and he’s adapted perfectly to my life.
And now Moon Pie the JRT. I’ve been prejudiced against the breed for years (Jack Russell Terrorists!), for many reasons. And Moon Pie is a perfect example of the breed, behavior-wise. But again, his pluses outweigh his minuses and happily he’s here to stay.
So how did this happen? The breeds I always wanted are another corgi, a Clumber or Sussex spaniel, or a Kerry blue terrier. But as my mom used to say, “People in hell want ice water, but they don’t usually get it!”