Hello everyone, Back on March 9, 2014 I posted that I got a sheltie puppy, Strider. That puppy is now my handsome 6 year old. Also, I had two other dogs, who I lost within this past year to heart issues and old age. One (a sweet little mix) passed a year ago this month, and one (my beloved Boston Terrier) passed in January of this year. It was so very difficult! Which is why, in my grief, I made, I feel, a somewhat foolish decision. I got two sheltie mix puppies. Yes, from the same litter. No, I didn't realize at that moment that it wasn't the best idea. It seemed like a fantastic idea when I was looking at them. Ha! Well, the first two weeks were extremely difficult for me. I was mourning for my Boston and these puppies certainly weren't making me feel better as I thought they would. Yes, I was busier, but after getting them and reading all the horror stories on having two puppies from one little I was SO discouraged. I really let it get to me. So I contacted a sheltie rescue here in Wisconsin. They were absolutely awesome and said they had actually seen the ad for the puppies on Craigslist and hoped they'd get into rescue. They were very willing to take one or both. I told her I'd give it just a little time to see, but was so thankful for the rescue backing me up. We've had numerous conversations about them back and forth since then, with lots of ideas and encouragement from their end. It's been three weeks now. The past week has been better than the first two, and I'm definitely starting to bond with Fosco and Bree. They are sweethearts, for sure. Strider likes them and often tries to join in the play. They will play with him a bit individually, but when they're together they pretty much leave him out, which makes me sad, but it's only been 3 weeks. Fosco and Bree are a lot of work (very afraid of everything!) but yesterday I told the rescue I think I'm in this for the long haul. They were thrilled for me! A lot of work consists of separate crating, potty training, basic commands, socialization, etc. They take turns going with me to my daughter's archery league, where they are quite the hit, by the way! They go to Farm and Fleet with me, on walks in the country, etc. Fosco is doing great. He's relaxing in the car, will walk with me down the street and back somewhat cautiously, but getting better. Bree isn't doing as well. She's much more scared. They were 13 weeks old and poorly socialized when we got them. The owners were an older farm couple who had a working sheltie and their house dog, a small rat terrier, get together by accident from what I understood. There had been illness in their home and the puppies didn't get much attention and no socialization, which they were sorry for. They were started on shots and were on excellent dry food, so they did care about them. Anyway, they are part of my family now. I will do my best for them. They have such different personalities and really are a lot of fun when I stop worrying about everything. As I write, Strider is curled up by my legs on my recliner. His usual spot. He is an amazing dog, and I see that more all the time. Fosco is chewing a teether bone on the couch. Bree is in her crate waiting to go back outside. I feel very blessed to have them in my life. I also know that there are still plenty of bumps ahead with raising two puppies together and I need all the insight, encouragement, and inspiration I can get. If you made it this far..thanks for listening. I needed a place to come and am thankful for Sheltie Nation.