Never underestimate the love of a dog. They are the greatest teachers of that which we call unconditional love.


Beware photo ©1985 Tony King


Louis is a half Border Collie, half Shelty mix. He was born in July 1992. I rescued him when he was 1.5 years old at the Dumb Friends League in Denver, Colorado. His previous owners said he "terrorized the cat."
Which I have found hard to believe. One of his best friends is Waldo, a black and white cat. They have been known to sleep together for warmth.

Louis' only purpose in life is to play. He plays all day and has been known to forsake food if it gets in the way. His only desire in life is to be loved and to express love. The more he gets the more he returns.
He spends his days with his friends: Waldo (the cat, not shown), Mira (the Lab, left), McCartney (the Shelty, middle), and Punchki (the mutt, not shown). They belong to my friend Straz. Louis stays there while I am at work. Doggie-Day Care so to speak.

At the end of a long, hard day. Louis will sleep anywhere, and he does not like to be moved. Even if he is sleeping on top of me.

Dogs have always played an important role in my life. I always had dogs as a child. My older brothers had a Dauchsund, who I do not remember. Then when I was six, I got my own Dauchsund. A short-lived affair because the dog hated me (or more precisely, the dog hated children). A year later my brother I got a dog from an abusive neighbor. She was a pure Border Collie, and we named her Wiggles because she always wagged her tail. She mated with a standard Poodle, and had a litter of black and brown puppies. Who actually looked like Labs. We kept one, named Blackie (what original names, eh?). Wiggles was with us until my second year of college. Her son, Blackie, died shortly after. My parents then purchased a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, named Ty. He was with them for some 14 years. They have another Corgi named Kaitlin.

Before Louis I had another Border named Molly. I got her from a divorce. Neither of her owners could keep her after they split up. I also had a Borzoi named Kira. Unfortunately she died of a heart attack in 1988 at the age of 11 months. Molly was with me from 1987 to 1993 when she developed cancer and died. Louis entered my life 8 months later.

Take Me Home Please!

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