This my older dog Indy. I got him when he was 3 and he is now 11. He was a stray wondering the back roads of Chico in the rain with a bad case of kennel cough. The good folks at Nor Cal Border Collie Rescue took him in and nursed him back to health. Indy is the most loyal and intelligent dog I will probably ever have in my life time. I take him everywhere. My truck is his mobile crate. Even if my truck is just parked in the drive with the doors open, he will jump in just wait for me. When you hear the phrase "a boy and his dog" from books and movies, they are talking about Indy.
The following is written by a fellow BC owner from her blog about her aging BC. Its pretty sums up how I feel about Indy.
"When he was young, when I first knew him, Solo was fast and strong and inexorable, and I kind of thought of him as the Incredible Hulk: intellectually brilliant, mentally unstable, and physically indestructible. But now he is stiff and damaged and deliberate, although his physical presence still evokes a feeling of threat and power, like the big hands and swollen knuckles of an old man who remembers how to tie on a pair of boxing gloves."