Shepherdess

Classes are going well, though I am not enjoying my psychology class. We do almost everything on the computer, and while that's not exactly a hardship for me, it is annoying. We have two different (online) places to look for possible assignments becase she does not go over what will be due next class.

Our yard sale did in fact go well, we made $138 a piece. We cleaned it up Saturday afternoon before I had to leave for work. Just before we closed down though, a lady stopped and she and I got to talking about dogs (of course!) and it turned out she breeds Shetland Sheepdogs (a.k.a. Shelties) just up the road.

We talked and talked and talked, so much in fact that Gramma kind of walked away and started cleaning in spite of the customer.

She had a male seven year old black, tan and white, who needed a new home. So of course I took her phone number. Them I stewed about it. I talked to mom about the possibility of another dog. She seemed indifferent.

The following Monday I called her and asked to come see him. We talked and talked again. He was shy and would only sniff me with my back turned. I made a spur of the moment decision.

Because I didn't think I had enough going on already, I have become a sheltie shepherdess.


He's afraid of everything.

He hasn't lived in a house for years. He is scared by the washing machine, the dishwasher, the cabinets & drawers being opened and shut, people walking by him, and general moving of anything.

When he is frightened, he paces. And drools.

However, someone has worked hard with him because he is perfect on leash, absolutely silent in the house (except when the treats come out), and sweet.

He is reserved, but does come for petting, treats, and walks. He doesn't cuddle or play. He's not sure he trusts me yet.

That's okay though, I know a little about shy dogs.