My first pet was a Border Collie named Trixie. I see the pics of her, and I wish she was still here.
My parents managed a apartment, and we lived there. They let Trixie be inside, and then people people would let Trixie in their room, and then when they were done, they put her in the hallway...
She went to the bathroom on the floor.:rolleyes:
She had to be sent to a better home in the country, I mean why should a farm dog have to live in an apartment where she can't run???
Also across the street there was a poultry farm, and she would eat the chickens.
I will try to get some pics.
