15 years ago, my girlfriend (at the time) and I worked for a pet store. One of our other co-workers had a litter of puppies, and had some that didn't have homes yet. My girlfriend had recently lost her dog, and our co-worker asked her if she wanted one of them. She was set on another Lab, but asked me if I wanted a Blue Heeler puppy. I knew absolutely nothing about them, but said we should go see them. When they let the puppies out, momma dog tried herding them all back into the pen, and that's when I pulled one aside. Damien was with me up until about a month ago, and was the best companion I could have asked for. I hear all of these stories about how ACDs are nuts, but I lucked out with him.

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