In Praise of Four-Legged Firstborns

πŸ‡¬πŸ‡§ Five years ago when I was at Cambridge, I drove north, to a farm deep into the countryside of Yorkshire. The farmers waved from the barn as I got out of my car. I said hello to the mostly black Border Collie who came to greet me, then I followed the lady farmer into the cool shade of the old barn. In the third stall, a playful mass of floof, seven Border Collie puppies tumbled in the straw.

This slightly blurred photo is the moment the farmer handed me my small tricolored pup

Little did I know this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. “Ranger” became my constant companion and traveled with me to four countries✈, welcomed each of my two boys home from the hospital and has seamlessly transitioned into a family dog.

My favorite part of having a dog is living side by side with a creature unspoilt by urbanization whose instincts and heart is ultimately still #wildandfree

πŸ”ŽFun fact! Border collies are so named because the breed originated on the border of England and Scotland so my Yorkshire pup was born very close to his roots πŸ‡¬πŸ‡§πŸŽ‰πŸ‘πŸŒ³πŸŒ±πŸ€—


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