The day we picked up Ozzy at eight weeks old, she was sick in my lap and my heart went out to her. She is now six‑years-old and I couldn’t imagine life any other way.
Ozzy was born in Mickleham, Australia and lived with us in Yarra Glen, Victoria for three years, before we brought her back to England.
All my new friends are now made through walking the dog. We trot up and down hills in Cheshire and Derbyshire, and attend weekly agility classes. At dog school, she passed her gold Kennel Club obedience test, but outside the classroom everything is forgotten.
Ozzy loves humans and is quite protective of me. She is less fond of dogs, however, especially those she doesn’t know. I am told this is a common border collie trait, but I suspect it is because she was once attacked.
Ozzy has never damaged our property, although she has rearranged the back garden and did chew through a new pair of sandals belonging to one of our guests. That was embarrassing and costly.
We love having Ozzy around and try to take her everywhere. We even arrange holidays that she might like.
Football, swimming, agility and chasing squirrels
Fireworks and doors that bang
Running down the high street in Yarra Glen, Victoria with an A Frame attached to her lead
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