My first BC Kerri
Got her in 1993 from a farm, her and her littermates grew up with bulls on the other side of the barn Both parents were used as working dogs. I knew nothing about BC's and only found her from a farmers scribbled note at the local store. She picked me out by sitting on my foot and watching me.
She was a wild puppy, gave me a few grey hairs but always was with me. Made me laugh at the things I let her get into, like the nearly 8 foot rubber tree with the 2 foot pot that was obviously a perfect spot to bury her chewy. I never did anything more with her other than basic obedience, she was just a good dog after her crazy puppy years. I didn't know about agility and other sports weren't that big in our city. We walked, went to the park, went swimming, played a lot.
She was very trusting and would do anything I asked of her, at least once. In her older years, I started her in agility for fun but every time I got her to do a jump, she'd run back to her bed on the deck and give me the look that said "let the young pups do this."
Made a few mistakes along the way, the worst being encouraging resource guarding. I didn't know at the time, it was just cute to watch this puppy growl and protect her toy or chewy. I would play "monster" with her and she would growl more and more until I left her alone. I paid for that years later when I had to start teaching her that chewies were "mine" and had to put heavy work gloves on because she would bite me when I took them away. in the end though, I could walk up to her, pet her, take her bone away and she would do nothing. I also encouraged her rivalry with the cat next door, not realizing that again, in a few years, it would be almost fatal for the cat. She hated cats until the day she passed away.
Between her, my second BC Chloe, my labX and Emmett the BCX, I don't think I could ever own another dog other than BC or lab. Except a boston terror. For some reason those little brats appeal to me