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Romyl was my first Sheltie. He was a bright, vibrant young dog and always ready to throw himself wholeheartedly into any scheme. It was his mission in life to chase the birds out of grandpa's yard. That life was tragically cut short under the wheels of a car the one time he was let out of his pen unsupervised. I gave away his toys and hid his bowls deep in the cupboard and missed him terribly. After a week I knew I had to have another dog, but worried that I was being unfaithful to Rom's memory. Linda Zuppann put me in touch with Jan Bellaire who had a young Crescendo son she was willing to place as a pet. I nearly backed out, but my father (bless him) said he would buy the puppy if I didn't. That is how Tristan quietly healed my hurt and taught me what a beautiful thing a Sheltie soul can be.

Tris was my pillow pal. He was a wise and gentle soul. He was the only dog I know who could walk through wet grass and not dampen a paw. (Yes, he walked on water.) He lived to move those ducks and it was the only time I saw him take a shortcut through a mud puddle! He was deeply offended when left out of any undertaking and took his job as co pilot very seriously. I lost him at just short of 16 years of age. You can see more of Tristan at his page.

Here is a different sort of Shetland for you! Nala was my bottle baby. She was kidnapped from her inexperienced momma by one of the older ewes and mom would not have her back at any price. I was at my wit's end. Nala moved into the house and I ran to the all night grocer for a quart of goat's milk (very expensive stuff!) After a couple of weeks I thought it time to return Nala to her own kind. Nala was horrified, there had been a terrible mistake! She did NOT belong in a barn! Eventually, she consented to live with the rest of the sheep, but any time she found her way out of the barn she would invite herself into the house. She is pictured here hanging out with the Shelties in the backyard. Rory is on the left and Brady is in the foreground.