Sometimes puppies just happen to you. They can be surprises like the sheltie mix puppy my dad snuck under my mother's radar when I was ten. They can abruptly bewitch you like a collie/husky puppy did to me one day when I walked into a pet shop just to buy cat toys. (He turned out to be the best $5.00 investment I ever made.) They can take advantage of your hospitable heart by dropping one by one - all thirteen of them - onto the kitchen floor of a Brooklyn apartment because you were - ok, I was - foolish enough to take in their woebegone, stray and very pregnant mother. Sometimes they are found after a search of shelters when you are lonely in a strange city. Sometimes they happen because you don't listen to the wee voice that tells you that the pup you've driven four hours to get is not quite right and you bring him home anyway. And sometimes they happen to you because you work part time at a border collie rescue and your boss knows before you do that this is the puppy you didn't know you were looking for...
...which is how I come to have Suki.
Suki is ostensibly an Aussie; about 16 weeks old when this photo was taken. She showed up just about the time we began preparing to launch The Home-to-Home Blog so her puppyhood is going to be shanghaied as material for blog posts. Poor girl...
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