I grew up up the hill from the Richardson family. When I think of them now, the first thing I think of is their first beautiful Collie, King. He NEVER ran out of their yard. No matter how us kids tried to entice him, he never disobeyed. My funniest memory is Mr. Richardson teaching him by pounding the ground with a rolled up newspaper. King was such a cool dog, and when he passed away, they got another Collie and named him King. He was just as well trained as the first King. It was always fun having them for neighbors.