I have an update...


A lovely lady called me from the country. She is looking for Blue Heelers. Her and her husband are ranchers, and their last blue heeler of like 10 years just died 6 months ago. After greiving and sobbing for 6 months, they have decided they are ready for more. I began crying on the phone with her and she sent me a long letter on what Casey's life would be like with them. she says Blue Heelers are their life. She also says she is getting him a buddy.

Here is the letter:

"I hope this reassures you somewhat that Casey would be a busy, well cared for and loved family member.
got to thinking after our telephone conversation this evening and wanted to outline a day in the life of Cheyene, our previous Queensland.

Monday through Friday her day started about 5:00 AM when she went to work with Steve. Going to work was the biggest part of her day and the most loved as she knew that each day brought a new adventure in that Steve works various farmgrounds in the Monterey County area. For the most part she and Steve worked an area from 1 day to a month, depending on the size of the job. Steve would come home in the evening with stories to tell about what Cheyene chased and what she may have caught and played with that day (mostly rabbits). Occasionally she would find a friend (another dog) and they would rom and scour the countryside together in search of treasures. More often than not, by the time Cheyene came home from work she would be so "dog tired" from having "worked" all day that she would climb into her dog house (in the garage) not wanting to be bothered and too tired to play anymore (I usually wanted her to play with me after I came home from work). I could always tell how hard she "worked" by the amount of dirt in her nose and dirt clods on her belly and in between her toes!! Dog tired as she was, if Steve needed to hop back into the pickup to go somewhere, she was always ready - all he had to do was shake his keys. The next morning she was up and ready to go again, afraid she might miss something if she didn't get out of her bed and hop in the truck. On the weekends (at times consisting of just 1 day), the pickup never left that she was not in it. She went everywhere Steve went, whether it was to work or the grocery store, post office, etc. We took her to the beach and she would be full of sand and stink from rolling in anything dead she could find (frisbee was her game of choice on the beach). At times we would take her shopping at PetSmart where she would scour the isles looking for a new "squeaky toy." We took her to all the 4-H fairs - we never left her with anyone. She went everywhere we went or we didn't go. She was spoiled to say the least. As we aquired her at 5 weeks (they should have kept her until she was 8-10 weeks - better for Queenslands I've read), she always knew the inside of the house was off limits. She was deathly afraid of gun shots and fire crackers, so she never went hunting when Steve did go, and we had to really comfort her during 4th of July fireworks as she would tremble with fear. That was the only time she was ever allowed in the house where she laid on a blanket by my side of the bed. She didn't like coming in the house as that was the way she was trained, so I usually had to carry her to my room during the 4th. With her coming home muddy a lot of the time from work, it would have been impossibe to bathe her every night in order for her to come into the house and sleep in our bed, not to mention that she didn't like baths). She always had a clear view though to inside the house where she would lay and watch us as she was guarding the back yard. She would usually be in her dog house asleep before we hit the hay. She also had a seat on the back of Steve's quadrunner where she rode when we went to Hollister Hills (motorcycle trails). She had a favorite stop where she would jump into the pond there and bring us back the stick we would throw out. She was our baby and she was very much a part of our family. When she died Steve litterally sobbed. He loved her so as she did him. I just wanted you and her previous owner to know that Cheyene loved her life just the way it was and so I understand your feelings regarding what Casey has been used, and wanted you both to know that we fully understand your wanting to choose a home where she is allowed in the house and can see that Casey would think it strange that she wasn't allowed in since she has been raised that way I just wanted to convey to you what life would have been like for her, and one I believe she would have truly enjoyed except for the fact that she wouldn't have been a house dog. Best of luck to you both. "


Well, I'm sorry this is long...what do you all think??? They live a good 4 hours away and I probably won't see him much, except in pictures.

I gotta go...I'm going to go cry.

Crystal