I wasn’t always the famous pup representing Swilled Dog. My journey began far from here, in a Tennessee puppy mill, where I spent my early days in a tiny cage. They docked my tail to pass me off as an Australian shepherd, but I’m all border collie. When the mill was finally shut down and the owners went to jail, I thought my luck was turning around—but I still had a long way to go. After the mill, I was sent to a shelter in New Orleans, where I was adopted by a family who didn’t care for me, and I became severely malnourished. I was rescued again, then adopted by a family in Florida, but they needed a farm dog, not a chicken-chaser, so back to the shelter I went. I was scheduled for euthanasia when a herding dog rescue group stepped in. With them, I found two kind foster homes, regained my health, and finally learned to trust and play again. That’s when Brooke and Brad found me. After 8 homes in 7 months, I had finally found my forever family. Today, I’m the proud Swilled Dog mascot, chasing squirrels, playing with the team’s other pups, and reminding everyone about second chances. Every dog deserves a few extra treats, don’t you think? Swilled Dog for you, and maybe a bone (or two) for me.