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In early 2020, My partner and I had just lost our seventh pregnancy to miscarriage and I was feeling sad, desperate, and willfully ignorant of the consequences of adding a puppy to our busy and chaotic life. If I couldn't love and nurture a baby human, I was going to love and nurture a baby...something else.
On the morning of February 24, I answered a Craigslist ad about a litter of Australian Cattle Dog puppies who had been rescued from an "unfortunate situation" and were now available for adoption. The couple fostering them was requesting $60 contribution to cover the first shots and deworming. I didn't know anything about Australian Cattle Dogs, and I drove 2 hours over state lines to pick up the last one available that afternoon.
The rest is a blur. I of course did the thing you're supposed to do AFTER you get a puppy you'd never heard of (...no) and did as much research as I could. I figured out why everyone kept asking me if he was a "healer" ("oh...HEELER...I get it") and why he never ever EVER got tired. If you're here, you've probably already fallen in love with heelers, but if you're still on the fence, I hope we can push you over quickly and abruptly. While I wouldn't call them cuddly, heelers are alarmingly protective and affectionate to those in their circle, and there's nothing like getting to be a heeler's person.
On the way home on Day One, right before he barfed up a belly-full of puppy chow
On the way home from his first hike right before he barfed up a belly-full of puppy chow
Ready to go home now that he's embedded mud into every fiber of his being. Doesn't barf in the car anymore