Brady. Also known as The Red Dog, Grumpy Pants, Bray-Bray, Bug, Super Fly and Cake. Probably born sometime around late 2009. First noticed him when I saw a flash of red breeze by me in a field at an agility trial I was attending in Thanksgiving of 2010. Turns out, this border collie transported west to a breed rescue group from a shelter in Idaho that a friend was considering as her sheep herding trial dog was not the best fit for her needs. But he was desperately seeking a human. I know this because he told me. I told him I’d be his human. He reciprocated by being a bit of an ass and standoff-ish for five months. I left on a business trip and when the pet sitter picked him up, he never even looked back at me. I cried. I came back a week later and the look of genuine surprise and joy on his face when he came back into the house and saw me hit me so hard I sunk to me knees and bawled. Our journey started then. This dog has made me cry more and work harder than any other dog I’ve ever known.

Brady left me on November 29, 2023. I loved this dog so fiercely and he taught me so much. In our last moments together I fed him his coveted string cheese, told him how much I loved him, and thanked him for coming into my life and choosing me.

Jump high, run like the wind, explore all the places Red Dog.