The Border Collie Inquisitor

Prayers for Luke

It all started with a private lesson. “I need your help—my puppy won’t stop biting me,” said the voice on the other end of the line.

We scheduled a training session for later that same week.

As I made my way into the training room on the day of the lesson, the cutest little lab mix puppy came running to greet me. He was all wiggles and kisses. I couldn’t  help myself, and I bent down to relish in his cuteness and puppy breath. He whirled around me like a Tasmanian devil grabbing at the curls of my long hair then the back of my shirt and finally my forearms. Afraid my face might be the next body part to fall victim to his razor sharp puppy teeth, I stood up.


“That’s what he does. He’s so wild and vicious.”

I smiled and extended my hand, “Hi…

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