I had broken my leg in an atv crash the May of my 8th grade year, & I was awful lonely, so I decided to get a puppy at the pound or from somebody.
It just so happened that we were selling some calves at the auction yard of Twin Falls, Idaho & seeing's how I was having no luck in our closest big towns of Elko or Ely, Nevada, I begged my parents to take me to look at the animal shelter in Twin.
I was looking at all the little puppies when this tri-color Border Collie cross dog kept licking my hand, but I paid it no mind because I was looking for a puppy, not a dog, but finally I asked the lady showing the dogs what was the story on that dog & I was informed that "Lassie" (Absolutely no resemblance to the dog from TV) had been owned by an elderly couple, & she was an 8 month old with all her shots that was scared of men because the old man kept hitting her with his cane, forcing the wife to finally give her up for adoption.
I was informed that I was the first male she showed affection to & the more I thought about it, the more I realized that she would be so much easier to care for since she was already housebroken, so I shelled out $50 that I had made working on my parents' ranch & took her home.
I renamed her Bonnie, which is has been shortened from Bonita or beautiful in Spanish, & have had one of the most loyal friends ever since, even though she still doesn't get along with men & jumps out of her skin at sudden movements, but she is smart, an example being one time that an airplane flew overhead & she actually looked UP to see where the noise is coming from (all the other dogs thought it was a car & barked in the direction of the ranch road).
I still have Bonnie to this day & yes, she is getting old, losing her hearing, & getting arthrititic, & I know one morning she will not come out of her doghouse, so I will mourn the loss of a great friend & one of the best dogs that ever lived.