After a two and a half year, two owner odyssey, my little red heeler, Georgia, has come home, again! I worked this pup, from a 3 month old, until she was 9 months, for a lady friend, with whom she then resided, to the point that she all but read english; a wonderful animal, but definitely requiring attention, out of her 'energy level'. Her time with the GF was nearly two years, and the two are to this day, the best of friends, but, as red heads go, the quadriped was smarter than the biped, so it was far from a 'marriage made in heaven', for them. Outplaced her, to a second home, with a guy I know who has all the knowledge, and skills, to make her a 'productive citizen', but lacks the time(my oversight), and, in less than four months, I got "the call", again, last Saturday morning, telling me of all her 'anti social behaviors', legal ramifications, etc. So I drove down, to pick up the dog, and was immediately charged by this little terrorist, who promptly rolled onto her back, at my voice. We have spent the last three days, re-learning simlple rules, and she is on the bed as I write this. Yesterday, excepting a half hour, at the Vet's, on a tab, she spent eleven hours, at work, at heel, without an issue, and never leashed! I own some stupendous guns, with history, documentable, but never have been owned by such an amazing animal. Makes one wonder, I guess, what is really important, in this life! My post is to announce the celebration of my re-evaluation, of my purpose in this vail: suddenly, I am thrust into the role of 'dog owner' again, when, in fact, the dog owns me. More, tomorrow, as the plot develops, Terry Wanna kill these ads? We can help!