The Renovation Dog

When I rescued Luke from the shelter I had this idea that his ordeal would be over soon.  For all but the first year of my life, I had been ruled by Shelties and was well aware of the dynamics of a herding dog relationship.  It was one of the reasons they let me have Luke in the first place.  I had never spent an extended amount of time with a Border Collie, though.  If you have, and as I found out, Luke’s ordeal was destined to continue — perpetuated by his own mind’s incredible inner-workings.

The plan was a renovation of sorts.  As you would with maybe a kitchen, if you’ll bear with the analogy, I would take something that was beautiful already and wonderfully unique in its flaws and try to help it be something I could live with.  Things rarely go according to plan and all renovations take longer, and more resources, than you originally expect.  This one involved a living, breathing creature — with a mind and a will of his own.  I had no idea what I was getting myself into!  I had no idea that over the next four years and counting I would be such a totally changed person myself because of what Luke brought into my life, and because of what he teaches me every day about moving past fear.

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