Our mission is to assist adoptable Border Collies that need rehoming by finding them appropriate adopters willing to make a lifelong commitment to their needs. We also try to help Border Collie owners who need assistance understanding what is and what is not "normal" Border Collie behaviour, and how they might shape herding instinct into something they can live with and enjoy, through training and appropriate activities.
We undertake to ensure that all Border Collies rehomed through SOBCR have had a recent medical checkup by a Veterinarian, that they are current on their immunizations and we can provide records of recent shots, and that they are altered proior to adoption. Any health or behavioural issues that are identified will be addressed and documented, so that there is less chance of post-adoption surprises.
Adopters must sign a contract, and if at any time they are unable to continue to keep or care for their adopted dog, they must contact Southern Ontario Border Collie Rescue immediately, and not sell it, leave with or give the dog away to another party, or surrender it to a Shelter.
I was born in the Summer a few years ago
Why I was born I will never quite know
Some folk owned my mother, decided to breed
No reason I know of, except for their greed
I know I was hungry, I know I was cold
They sold me quite early at just five weeks old
My number one owners seemed friendly at first
And life was quite good 'till my bubble was burst
They started to argue, their marriage split up
And posted an ad "For Sale, 4 month old pup"
Some new folks arrived, the next ones in line
They treated me kindly and life was just fine
But Master dropped dead, and she couldn't cope
So she sold me again (the last time I hoped)
I now had a home away up in the sky
We went up in a lift fourteen floors high!
These new folks were kind, but they left me all day
I was bursting to wee and had nowhere to play
It was boredom I think, when I chewed up the chair
They agreed I should go, as it just wasn't fair
The next home did dog sports and I thought "this is it"
They started to train me and we won...well a bit
Then somebody told them that I had poor bone
And in went the ad "For Sale - to a good home"
The next lot were dreadful, they wanted a guard
I didn't know how, but I tried really hard
One night they got burgled, and I didn't bark
Tied up in that shed and alone in the dark
For four months I lay in that cold and dark shed
With only an old paper sack for a bed
A small dish of water, all slimy and green
The state I was in, well it had to be seen!
I longed for destruction, an end to the pain
But some new people came and I went off again
Now I'm with Rescue and this home is good
There's walks in the park and lots of good food
There's kisses and cuddles to greet me each day
But I'm dreading the time they will send me away
So for now here I stand, skin and bone on all four
PLEASE....don't let "ME" happen to one of yours!