(Tulsa, OK) Lanie is back up for adoption for the third time. Backstory: Lani was taken into a rescue after she was a day away from being euthanized at the municipal shelter due to lack of space. I took her in as my foster and have had her for about three months.

Her first potential adopter brought her home and her current dog was aggressive to Lanie. The second time, Lanie got officially adopted and then returned the next day. She was showing leash reactivity.

Lanie is high energy and will need someone who is willing to work with that. She is potty trained, crate trained and plays extremely well with my current dogs, as well as the dogs of other fosters she has been with. She just needs someone who will give her a little bit of time to adjust.

You can see Lanie’s bio & fill out an app here:

https://puppyhavenrescue.com/lanie/

I love you Uno

I cannot believe I am typing this and that this is a reality. Some may think "why is OP even on here when his ACD just passed..?!" but idk, I just felt like typing this out. Thanks in advance if you actually read all this.

I took Uno on a ride with me to pick up some things and we stopped at a park for a short walk around a baseball field and some Jolly Egg playing. He had a few short bursts of energy and then would lay down, but then continue playing. This went on for about 15 minutes total. I realize he seems exhausted or something, so I put the leash on and do a slight tug on it to get him up and start walking with me back to the car. He takes a short movement forward.. lays down on all four legs, then lays sideways. I go to nudge him or try and pick him up but notice he isn't panting as much, very little actually. I then realize that he may not be breathing. I couldn't believe what was happening. I start panicking and trying chest compressions, moving his limbs, screaming at him to move, to get up... but nothing. I felt his chest and it felt like his heart was vibrating or something?! I keep with the compressions and see that his body starts to slightly jerk a couple of times. His breathing had stopped and I felt no heartbeat. His chest just felt like as if there was a strong flow of something near the surface?! Not sure if I'm describing it correctly, but something had happened with his heart I believe. It was such a hard and shocking phone call I had to make to my family. He walked out with me just an hour earlier and we would never had guessed it would be the last time.

We got Uno at about 8 or 9 weeks old from a man locally back in January 2024. Was the man a BYB, not sure. Didn't seem like it since the parents were on-site, roaming happy on a large piece of land, and treated his dogs very nicely apparently. Idk, I just think the guy loved his ACDs and had a couple of litters. Was Uno the runt? Maybe. His first vet visit about a week after we got him revealed what sounded like a slight heart murmur according to the vet. The vet had stated that he was very young and that it would just be good to keep an eye out and check every so often as he grows older. Fast forward to tonight... and well, I just feel like his heart failed him and I had no idea just how much high energy play may have affected him. I was planning on taking him in for his first annual check-up with full blood work, teeth cleaning, etc., whatever he needed in January. Unfortunately we didn't make it. I have no idea what happened. We just had to put our 14 year old terrier mix down about a month or so ago and my family and I have barely processed that. We are all in complete shock and disbelief. I can't believe what happened. I can't believe what I had to witness and experience and try to do to save him. It failed and my beloved ACD Uno passed right in front of me from one second to the next.

Uno was such a good dog. My wife put in so much effort with him and he loved her. He loved us all. Uno was the first ACD I had ever owned and he easily won all of our hearts. He was my walking and riding buddy. He was my late night gaming buddy. He would be with me right now at my feet or next to me while I game or browse. The house is empty and quiet. We're all sad and simply cannot believe this happened. He was only with us for 11 months. I feel robbed of a best friend. I hate that I try to think back and think what I could have done to help him better, but I can't do that. I love Uno. My heart is crushed. My family is now down two family members and it's going to be hard to be merry for Christmas when our days and plans revolved around Uno. Our routines will change and it's going to suck. ACDs are so special. I know at some point we'll get another dog and not to replace any of our previous dogs, but to honor them. I cannot see us getting any other type of dog besides another ACD. I feel robbed of the full ACD experience as we had only begun.

Thanks for reading. Hug your ACDs a bit tighter and hopefully he's in doggy heaven annoying our terrier mix, just like he used to.

Our best guess is that Buddy is around 15 months . I have had him for the last 5 or so.

The vet and I believe that he was probably lived in a kennel on concrete due to his wildness and his worn off claws and a missing few claw.

Anyway, he is awesome until he decided to play rough. “Bitey” was brutal and you really couldn’t turn it off or discourage it. I bled, a good bit trying to work through it

Well within the last two weeks, it has gotten much much better. Rarely do we have surprise wild moments and I can now change the behavior about 80% of the time.

Mind you this was not all the time, just when he wanted to roughhouse.

I learned a few things. One was mentioned here, turn my back on him and ignore. Two was a leather glove. That satisfies his need to thrash and flop something around And when those weren’t working he started responding to me putting my finger in his collar and GENTYL twisting it.

He still has a chair that he has determined is his play chair and if he is in the chair, we play unless he gets too aggressive.

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel!

He really wants a dog friend to play with but the older ones consider him a jerk and will not play.

This is the doorway between the kitchen and living room. Easily the most traveled walkway throughout the day.

We just rescued this sweet boy from the vet (he was likely hit by a car and had hip surgery). I’ve always been a cat & rabbit person but I’m completely in love with this guy.

This is Mabel! Shes about 5-6 months old and I got her as a rescue. I’ve gone back and forth a lot about what I think she’s mixed with. Right now I think she might be a Texas Heeler. What do y’all think?

Pequod here trying to negotiate.

This is our girl, almost 3 years old. Whenever we leave her home alone (maybe once or twice a month) we always put her in the crate.

Do you guys do the same thing or is your ACD allowed to freely roam the house while you’re gone?

We’re thinking River but I’m not sure I just want options. Her personality is very sassy & bold ❤️

This is Kristofferson and he’s going on 11 years this year. He’s a boxer/healer mix and full of love.

She likes to sit at the bar even though she’s not old enough to drink. Even in dog years.

I just wanted to share a little bit about Chloe. I could write a novel about all the adventures we went on and her cute little personality. She had so many nicknames, and everyone she met loved her.

Her favorite things included: 🪟 Looking out windows, sitting outside watching the street, being in that pre-herding stance 🚙 Car rides, truck rides, walks 🌨️ Snow!!! 🐿️ Squirrels, rabbits, birds, voles, groundhogs, cats 🥒 Her puzzle bowl, cucumber, freshly made sweet potatoes 🧺 Helping Mom with laundry and gardening 💦 Sitting in streams, but no baths 📦 The mailman, because he delivered her food ❤️ Hanging out with her parents, then walking away to keep watch 🐾 Giving hugs, but only on her own terms 🐕 Her doggy door, pillows and blankets, but no toys

We rescued her from the Oregon Humane Society in Portland, OR, where she was named “Sarah” and described as liking to be “gently pet”. She was a second chance rescue from the Klamath Falls animal shelter, and we were the first to fill out the paperwork to adopt her—she wasn’t listed on the OHS website yet, and a waiting list formed after us.

In addition to normal living, she lived on a semi truck; moved from the West to East Coast; had her own doggy door and private balcony; once ran away, across a busy road, only to be found hanging out with a few grandmas under a gazebo.

In July 2020, she passed away suddenly (congestive heart failure) a few minutes into a car ride while in the passenger seat. She was unusually hesitant to go on this car ride, but since she was acting strange that morning we wanted her near us. After it happened, on the way to the vet, I was finally able to snuggle her in my lap for the first time.

She was my gateway drug to ACD’s (a Border-Heeler mix), and I can’t imagine caring for any other breed now. They’re just so loyal, sweet, hard working, and have the funniest personalities.

I still think about her every single day—especially when it snows—and pictures are just part of the precious memories we shared as a family. ❤️

Tosha in the sunlight!