While finishing up a jog along the Interurban today my peripheral vision was tested momentarily as two border collies joined me on either side of my survival shuffle, and it took a second to realize that Casey was the black and white blur on my left.
The other guy was 12-year-old Tate, with basically the same markings, and enough of a beta version for Casey to take to him right away.
Tate's owner, along with her husband, is one of those special people that rescue older dogs that find themselves in tough situations after losing loved ones, and it just so happens that they're always on the lookout for Bordies. It didn't take long to see that the stars had been aligned just right for Casey's new acquaintance, and why not. Look at that smile.