Male – Taff was a small, almost all black import from Ireland. The harshest criticism I ever heard anyone say about Taff was “he’s just a little too happy”. Taff always had a big smile on his face. He was a sheep dog and tough cattle dog before I got him at the age of 8. Taff was fully trained and a successful trial dog and he’s the dog that made me realize I wanted to get into sheep herding. One day, Karen Thompson and I were on our way out to Alasdair’s in Shipman, VA to pick up a dog that Karen had in training. All the way their Karen tried to talk me into taking a lesson with Alasdair. (that’s like taking your first driving lesson from JR). And, all the way there I said no, that I didn’t have any interest in sheep herding and was happy doing agility with my Border Collies. Somehow, Karen got me to do it and at the end of the lesson I was hooked. Alasdair had Star go out and hold sheep (they seemed a million miles away). He told me to tell Taff come by, which at the time, meant nothing to me. It certainly meant something to Taff though. His outrun was beautiful and all the way around the course, Alasdair told me what to say to him and when to say it. We turned the post, drove and cross drove and even penned. That was it, I went home, started taking lessons from Carol Campion, gave up agility and was trialing in 4 months. That was 10 years ago and I have Taff to thank for making me obsessed with this great sport. He is sorely missed but lived a wonderful life for 15 plus years. I was lucky enough to have Taff for 7 of those years.