Champions, they are. The price was quite the shock - six times as much as our previous border collie. I'm just glad he's a family dog, so the price burden wasn't placed on me.
The dog that's considered strictly my responsibility showed up in my backyard - a little papillion mix that makes me look as tough as... Marie Antoinette. But hey, that's free friendship.
An adorable little border collie~ It's so odd, because he's half the size my last one was. Part of me cannot believe they're the same breed. Though, my old pup was unusually large.
I think the last time someone asked that, I replied with something to the nature of, "Oh happy dagger, this is thy sheath. There rust and let me die." I can't decide whether I love myself for having pulled Shakespeare out of my butt, or hate myself for the melodramatics.
Honestly, everything's great on my end. I got a puppy =D
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