Our family dog of 18 years.
We got her from my best friend's farm.
She was part Border Collie, part Australian Shepherd,
mixed with some heeler, corgi, and wild coyote.
She loved to lay in creeks before, during, and after long hikes.
She hated thunderstorms and most guns, but didn't mind chainsaws.
Here she is supervising a tree trimming expedition.
After a day of soaking up the sun,
she'd wander home with clumps of snow balled up around her belly fur.
And over the years she's gone through a few artistic renderings...