| Tributes to Shelties We Have Loved |
"He loves his groceries" was the description we got for
Riley when we were looking to adopt another senior. Riley
had a way of lighting up a room with his smile. He soon
became known to all as "Smiley Riley". He had more facial
expressions than any little guy we'd ever seen. He always
seemed so happy and content. Not very agile, playing fetch
was not his strong point, but he could magically bring a
room full of people to laughter with his "howling for jelly
beans" routine, or pirouetting in an effort to bring attention
to his "need for a bean". He didn't exactly have a show-dog
prance-more like a comical waddle, but he'd melt your heart
when he poured on his special charm in his warm
greetings to everyone he'd meet. That waddle of
Riley when we were looking to adopt another senior. Riley
had a way of lighting up a room with his smile. He soon
became known to all as "Smiley Riley". He had more facial
expressions than any little guy we'd ever seen. He always
seemed so happy and content. Not very agile, playing fetch
was not his strong point, but he could magically bring a
room full of people to laughter with his "howling for jelly
beans" routine, or pirouetting in an effort to bring attention
to his "need for a bean". He didn't exactly have a show-dog
prance-more like a comical waddle, but he'd melt your heart
when he poured on his special charm in his warm
greetings to everyone he'd meet. That waddle of
his won him 2nd prize in our vets annual "Howl-O-Ween party and the prize was right up his
alley, home made dog treats from Auntie Katherine. He captured everyone's heart at the
event, patrolling the goodie table, making quick friends with his precious smile to anyone
that had a cupcake. He came to our doorstep with all he owned in this life, a small bit of food,
a little squeaky toy, his little hand-shake trick and a big, happy go lucky joyful heart. He would
love to go to the cabin, lay on the deck and catch all the cool breezes. Lying beside me on the
floor with his favorite rawhide treat, was his way of topping off a wonderful day. We miss you
so Riley. Until we meet again my loving, faithful friend. ... Al and Sue
alley, home made dog treats from Auntie Katherine. He captured everyone's heart at the
event, patrolling the goodie table, making quick friends with his precious smile to anyone
that had a cupcake. He came to our doorstep with all he owned in this life, a small bit of food,
a little squeaky toy, his little hand-shake trick and a big, happy go lucky joyful heart. He would
love to go to the cabin, lay on the deck and catch all the cool breezes. Lying beside me on the
floor with his favorite rawhide treat, was his way of topping off a wonderful day. We miss you
so Riley. Until we meet again my loving, faithful friend. ... Al and Sue
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Blackjack was an unexpected addition to our family as we
have always been “collie people”. I helped out at one of
the collie/sheltie rescue events where Jack was waiting for
a forever home. The little guy had had a rough life which
was visible on his back where a very large bald spot
(complete with an 8 inch scar) was displayed, but even so,
he was all smiles. My husband was quite surprised when I
walked into the house and said “Meet Blackjack. He chose
me!”.
We only had him for little over a year…a year in which he
filled our hearts with joy and love…and never failed to
amaze us with his antics. He chased everything from dots
(flashlight), javelinas (other side of the fence), and
helicopters. We never worried that some pesky dot,
javelina or helicopter would invade our property. Another
of his favorite games was “tug a leash”…a daily romp with
our collie pup.
His little heart was so full of joy, love and fun that it just
wore itself out. We miss him terribly…and are now
“collie/sheltie people”. Karrell
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My name is Dewey. When I came to rescue I was 12 years
old and weighed only 11 pounds. I was missing large
patches of hair from cancer. My Dad called me Dewey the
Mighty because I didn’t let cancer, a twice – broken back, a
collapsed trachea, neglect, malnutrition, toothlessness, or
abandonment in the desert keep me trying life one more
time. I cuddled my new Mom, begged at the table, bullied
four other dogs (one was my girl friend - a great big collie),
I barked at my new Dad, ran outside for him to carry me
back into the house when he came home. I’d also walk up
to him in the living room and bite his hand (remember I’m
toothless) and walk away and he was supposed to poke my
butt so I would bite him again (I taught him lots of new
games). I died in my sleep just over a month after this
picture was taken, but I gave lots of love and I got lots of
love in my last five months. Death had to come in my
sleep; I would have beat him if I were awake ‘cause I’m
Dewey the Mighty.
old and weighed only 11 pounds. I was missing large
patches of hair from cancer. My Dad called me Dewey the
Mighty because I didn’t let cancer, a twice – broken back, a
collapsed trachea, neglect, malnutrition, toothlessness, or
abandonment in the desert keep me trying life one more
time. I cuddled my new Mom, begged at the table, bullied
four other dogs (one was my girl friend - a great big collie),
I barked at my new Dad, ran outside for him to carry me
back into the house when he came home. I’d also walk up
to him in the living room and bite his hand (remember I’m
toothless) and walk away and he was supposed to poke my
butt so I would bite him again (I taught him lots of new
games). I died in my sleep just over a month after this
picture was taken, but I gave lots of love and I got lots of
love in my last five months. Death had to come in my
sleep; I would have beat him if I were awake ‘cause I’m
Dewey the Mighty.