Rafe A. Roni
I came to Robin and Susan when I was seven months old after spending my youth on a sheep farm, living life as a farm dog. Susan and Robin saw me at a sheep herding trial, but they were really more interested in my brother. They hemmed and hawed, though, and by the time they made up their minds, I was all that was left.
They took me anyway and I’m turning into a real nice working dog for Susan. I also do important maintenance of the tennis balls in our backyard and generally run the pack. Not sure what they did before I came along.
Just the facts
Rafey, Rafe-a-roo, Rafester, Rafe-a-roni, Rafish, Lug, Oaf
Dec. 5, 2005
Tri-color, smooth-coated Border Collie
Snip of Kentucky and Pete of the Isle of Man
Gallery: When I was a pup
Gallery: I am who I am