I wasn’t planning on getting a dog. We travel so much and I had been enjoying an animal free home– something we had not had in all the 14 years of our marriage, as I had a dog when I met Darcy and other animals had followed. Our last dog, Duncan, passed away last fall (old age) and we had rehomed our chickens to another homeschooling family last year as well. Then the kids saw it. The eldest one saw it first– a sign at the end of our lane.
“Border Collie puppies available for sale”.
My kids had been asking about getting a new family dog for awhile now, but both Darcy and I had replied a stern “No thank you”. After several years of homesteading, we were now enjoying a more simple, animal-free lifestyle. And there was the issue with the traveling.
I don’t know why, but I wrote down the number.
Then two days later, I called it.
Turns out, the voice at the other end belonged to a neighbor on our street I had yet to meet in the 4 years we had lived in our home. I decided it wouldn’t hurt to walk down, you know, and meet a new neighbor.
Flynn jumped in my lap immediately and went to sleep. The smaller of the two puppies left, he looked exactly like the border collie my Grandma Zola had owned, a car chasing, smart as a whip border collie named Tippy.
Tippy Jr. snored away in my lap. I decided I was going to go back home.
In five more minutes.
In that amount of time another couple who had driven there to look at the puppies inquired about him. My neighbor said if I didn’t take him he would call them. Flynn snuggled up closer, more cozy than ever. My neighbor suggested I take him home for the family to get a look at him. (Sure because 5 kids are going to look at a puppy and go “nope, not that one”. yeah, right.)
I carried sleeping beauty home. Darcy became smitten first and exclaimed what a good guard dog he might become. Hmm…for someone so dead set against getting another dog so soon, he sure changed teams fast. Before the girls even saw him, we decided he was home. I walked back to my neighbor, sans dog (Darcy decided he could hang out on the bed with him till I returned) but with checkbook.
Flynn is home.
(Border collies originated in Northumberland, an area on the border between England and Scotland and thus, their name).