Lakota and his only litter mate, his sister, Dallas, were born at a kennel outside Stevensville, Montana. Their breeder was Denise Healy.
When I was a little girl, my Mom used to read me a Little Golden Book called "Four Puppies" about Collie puppies growing up. It was my favorite and I wanted a Collie all my life because of that book.
When I was thirty years old, I fulfilled that dream when I got Lakota and Dallas. They were 8 weeks old at the time. They were so playful and sweet.
Lakota had "dreamy eyes" and was so handsome. When I went to the breeder's house, he came right up to me and was so very friendly. He was like that his whole life, but also protective of his sister and me. He was just four months old when he tried to protect us from a worker that came to my place. He wouldn't let Dallas or me get in front of him and just stood guard over us until the man was finished and left.
The breeder had called him "Duffy." She called his sister "Dallas" because of a marking on her that was shaped like the state of Texas. I kept her name, but didn't like Duffy. My brother suggested Lakota and I liked it. I chose Lakota Sunshine Gold for his registered name because he was my little sunshine and he was a gold color. I was going through a very difficult time in my life and called the puppies my "happy pills" because they were little pills and made me happy.
He had one "collie" ear and one prick ear all his life. It was unusual, but cute.
When he was two-years-old, he broke out during a hail storm and was hit by a car. This resulted in having to have a hind leg amputated. But, it didn't slow him down much.
The night of October 1st, 2006, I checked on the dogs a few times before I went to bed sometime after 10 p.m. and he was safe and secure in his pen.
At 6:00 a.m., a co-worker on his way home from work called and told me that Lakota was dead at the end of my drive-way, apparently killed by a car.
I feel horrible that I didn't know he was out during the night again. I guess Heavenly Father needed him at home. At least he has four legs again now.
A very special thank you to Wicki for sponsoring Lakota's memorial!
When I was a little girl, my Mom used to read me a Little Golden Book called "Four Puppies" about Collie puppies growing up. It was my favorite and I wanted a Collie all my life because of that book.
When I was thirty years old, I fulfilled that dream when I got Lakota and Dallas. They were 8 weeks old at the time. They were so playful and sweet.
Lakota had "dreamy eyes" and was so handsome. When I went to the breeder's house, he came right up to me and was so very friendly. He was like that his whole life, but also protective of his sister and me. He was just four months old when he tried to protect us from a worker that came to my place. He wouldn't let Dallas or me get in front of him and just stood guard over us until the man was finished and left.
The breeder had called him "Duffy." She called his sister "Dallas" because of a marking on her that was shaped like the state of Texas. I kept her name, but didn't like Duffy. My brother suggested Lakota and I liked it. I chose Lakota Sunshine Gold for his registered name because he was my little sunshine and he was a gold color. I was going through a very difficult time in my life and called the puppies my "happy pills" because they were little pills and made me happy.
He had one "collie" ear and one prick ear all his life. It was unusual, but cute.
When he was two-years-old, he broke out during a hail storm and was hit by a car. This resulted in having to have a hind leg amputated. But, it didn't slow him down much.
The night of October 1st, 2006, I checked on the dogs a few times before I went to bed sometime after 10 p.m. and he was safe and secure in his pen.
At 6:00 a.m., a co-worker on his way home from work called and told me that Lakota was dead at the end of my drive-way, apparently killed by a car.
I feel horrible that I didn't know he was out during the night again. I guess Heavenly Father needed him at home. At least he has four legs again now.
A very special thank you to Wicki for sponsoring Lakota's memorial!
Lakota and his only litter mate, his sister, Dallas, were born at a kennel outside Stevensville, Montana. Their breeder was Denise Healy.
When I was a little girl, my Mom used to read me a Little Golden Book called "Four Puppies" about Collie puppies growing up. It was my favorite and I wanted a Collie all my life because of that book.
When I was thirty years old, I fulfilled that dream when I got Lakota and Dallas. They were 8 weeks old at the time. They were so playful and sweet.
Lakota had "dreamy eyes" and was so handsome. When I went to the breeder's house, he came right up to me and was so very friendly. He was like that his whole life, but also protective of his sister and me. He was just four months old when he tried to protect us from a worker that came to my place. He wouldn't let Dallas or me get in front of him and just stood guard over us until the man was finished and left.
The breeder had called him "Duffy." She called his sister "Dallas" because of a marking on her that was shaped like the state of Texas. I kept her name, but didn't like Duffy. My brother suggested Lakota and I liked it. I chose Lakota Sunshine Gold for his registered name because he was my little sunshine and he was a gold color. I was going through a very difficult time in my life and called the puppies my "happy pills" because they were little pills and made me happy.
He had one "collie" ear and one prick ear all his life. It was unusual, but cute.
When he was two-years-old, he broke out during a hail storm and was hit by a car. This resulted in having to have a hind leg amputated. But, it didn't slow him down much.
The night of October 1st, 2006, I checked on the dogs a few times before I went to bed sometime after 10 p.m. and he was safe and secure in his pen.
At 6:00 a.m., a co-worker on his way home from work called and told me that Lakota was dead at the end of my drive-way, apparently killed by a car.
I feel horrible that I didn't know he was out during the night again. I guess Heavenly Father needed him at home. At least he has four legs again now.
A very special thank you to Wicki for sponsoring Lakota's memorial!
When I was a little girl, my Mom used to read me a Little Golden Book called "Four Puppies" about Collie puppies growing up. It was my favorite and I wanted a Collie all my life because of that book.
When I was thirty years old, I fulfilled that dream when I got Lakota and Dallas. They were 8 weeks old at the time. They were so playful and sweet.
Lakota had "dreamy eyes" and was so handsome. When I went to the breeder's house, he came right up to me and was so very friendly. He was like that his whole life, but also protective of his sister and me. He was just four months old when he tried to protect us from a worker that came to my place. He wouldn't let Dallas or me get in front of him and just stood guard over us until the man was finished and left.
The breeder had called him "Duffy." She called his sister "Dallas" because of a marking on her that was shaped like the state of Texas. I kept her name, but didn't like Duffy. My brother suggested Lakota and I liked it. I chose Lakota Sunshine Gold for his registered name because he was my little sunshine and he was a gold color. I was going through a very difficult time in my life and called the puppies my "happy pills" because they were little pills and made me happy.
He had one "collie" ear and one prick ear all his life. It was unusual, but cute.
When he was two-years-old, he broke out during a hail storm and was hit by a car. This resulted in having to have a hind leg amputated. But, it didn't slow him down much.
The night of October 1st, 2006, I checked on the dogs a few times before I went to bed sometime after 10 p.m. and he was safe and secure in his pen.
At 6:00 a.m., a co-worker on his way home from work called and told me that Lakota was dead at the end of my drive-way, apparently killed by a car.
I feel horrible that I didn't know he was out during the night again. I guess Heavenly Father needed him at home. At least he has four legs again now.
A very special thank you to Wicki for sponsoring Lakota's memorial!
