Scout came first.
We’d been puppy-poor for far too long. Daddy was out to fix that.
He was hunting for a collie, because we had a collie mix once that was a wonderful dog.
We found a breeder.
The Scottish man told us that “collie” meant “useful” in the Gaelic.
We said, “Cash or check?”
And so she came.
With her bright smart eyes she came.
And then there was Angus.
We did not look for him, we did not pay for him, we weren’t sure what to think of him.
But he was ours.
He came with his tiny-ness, his scrappiness, his stillness.
Scout found someone to herd. Angus found someone to watch over him.
And we found that two puppies are better than one.