π¬π§ 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.
Little did I know this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. “Ranger” became my constant companion and traveled with me to four countriesβ, 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
πFun 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 π¬π§πππ³π±π€
Wild & Free Childhood 