Breed: Australian Shepard
Occupations: Sleeping on the humans beds, barking at leafs, running with big sticks, and generally keeping the fun meter up for everyone.
My story began with a saddle. A used stubbed saddle that my humans mother and her went to pick up. My human, the goat cheese ladies daughter, was 12 years old and had been after her parents for a year and a half to get a puppy. But had had no luck in that pursuit. One day they went to buy a a horse saddle, and came back with both the saddle and myself. One look at my cuteness and my humans mother rolled over and agreed to get a puppy. And so I became part of the Crooked Mile Family.
Since then I have valiantly defended my humans from the front porches door. I barked and barked from that door way until the offender ( grain bags in the back of the truck, a tree branch, or a mouse) was gone.
I have been voted "best smile" for the farm for the last four years as I always, always, always, smile. As well as being the portable bed heater during Vermont's frigid winters.