On May 15, 2012, Arb and I took possession of the house we now live in.

Back in early April 2012, literally the same day we closed on the house, I started looking on Petfinder for a dog.  We were going to have a fenced yard, and I had always wanted a dog.  Arb grew up with dogs, but I had never had one.  Arb wanted a Sheltie.  I wanted a senior, because I love older dogs, and because they often have trouble finding homes.  My search for a senior Sheltie brought up exactly one result.  I wrote the rescue right away, explaining that we were interested but we couldn’t bring her home until we actually had the home to bring her to.  The rescue took a loooong time to write back, but eventually, the week before move-in, we were invited to meet up with her foster mum at the local Petsmart.

It wasn’t quite love at first sight – Shadow was kindof a mess, with mats the size of golfballs in the fur behind her ears and behind her armpits.  And she was a little bit shy.  But then she stuck that adorable pointy nose under our hands and demanded pettins, and our hearts went poof, and we decided she had to be our dog.

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Arb meeting Shadow for the first time

We brought her home four years ago today.  She has absolutely blossomed in confidence and happiness – and beauty, once we took her to the groomer and got her mats shaved off.  (No more mats since then due to Arb’s rigorous program to teach her to accept brushing (which involves a lot of high-value treats)).

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She has mastered the herding dog stare when she wants you to do something:

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And somewhere along the line, I accidentally trained her that if she did a nice down-stay, I would give her just about anything she wants:

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They told us she was 10-ish when we got her, but there’s no way she’s 14 now; she still zooms around the yard barking her fool head off like a puppy.

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Thank you for being our dog, Shadow, and happy GotchaVersairy!

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