OK gang - post a funny story about your very FIRST Sheltie! Keep our community going.

When we got Sandstorm he was five months old, boy we loved him so much! He loved to run. I'd come home from work and we'd run around the house and bark at each other before we'd go for a walk. We thought he was the most beautiful dog ever. One of his quirks was he would come into the bathroom while one of us was, you know, sitting, and he'd sit, stare, and burp really loud. Lol. ❤️
 
I have had dogs all my life from Cocker Spaniels, Boston Bulldogs, minipoodles, Irish Setters, Bordercollie/german shepard mix-- our first sheltie came as part of a promise. Our uncle who loved shelties was diagnosed with cancer and wanted a sheltie after his long term furbuddy died. He was worried that he would not live long enuf for the dog but we promised that if it came to that we would take the dog and he knew we were dog people..lovely to be trusted that way. He was famous around the town where he lived for having Mac in his bicycle basket as they rode around town and the dog was with him everywhere and everyone knew them both. After nine years it was time, but now he was living in Fla so Mac was shipped up to us in the NE- Boston airport is a mess and it took hours before we were able to get Mac and his cage into our car. He was beautiful and full of spunk and we loved him. He was a barker tho, thunder miles away, telephone, everything- a bit much but so cute and a great little dog. We were never his true buddy tho he and the uncle had such a bond and that was never broken, we were tolerated but he just never looked at us with those looks that shelties give when they are truly bonded to you. Mac started having medical issues and was diagnosed with congestive heart problem and one day after a visit with the vet and some new med we came home, he never was OK. He ended up dying in my arms that night. I held him as the light left his eyes. It still hurts to remember that night. We had him for 3yrs- in that time we had moved for work to another country so he was with a house sitter for nearly a year-- we were never his true people but he was well treated and loved. After that shelties were the breed I wanted and we got our second Sheltie some weeks later from a local breeder and never looked back. I loved all of my dogs for what they were but Shelies are my heart. What a difference our second Sheltie was -- he was the sweetist calmest sheltie ever inthe ever ever. He was merle with a lot of brown in him?? We named him Mac after the original Mac and all of our Shelites since have had the prfeix Mac- with a few exceptions. We have been in love with the breed ever since and love the bond we have with them... They have such personalities.. our house is so quiet when they are not here- they were off to the groomers the other day and I was like a parent with a kid on the first day of school..
 
Our first Sheltie was Scruffy, and getting her is a wonderful and bittersweet memory of my late son, Jay. Jay was 12 and every day on our way to school we'd pass a house with two Shelties in the front yard, playing. We were planning to get another dog (we had a Pom at the time) and Jay had his heart set on a Sheltie. As it happened, a mom in my daughter's Pony Club had a litter of Shelties that she "accidentally" bred at home. Knowing nothing about breeding at that point, it seemed the perfect solution and off we went to see her puppies.

Knowing what I know now, Scruffy (named by Jay with the least fitting name ever!) was not conformationally perfect but she DID have naturally tipped ears, leading to my assumption that all Shelties came that way! Scruffy was the most elegant and polite dog ever. When we lost her at 13 and I called Connie, who most of my dogs now are from, and asked for a Sheltie puppy with tipped ears she laughed and laughed. She still laughs to this day over it. And that was the start of my life with Shelties, more than 40 years ago.
 
When I was growing up my parents bought a GSD figuring I would need a huge dog for assistance with my mobility.But Rex was not agreeable with that plan and truly was my parents dog.
When I was in my early twenties I assisted at a breeding facility cleaning cages etc That's were I met Miss April, at the time she was 1 year old breeding stock washout. Who was very timid and followed me around for protection from the other dogs. I made a deal with the breeder and brought her home.
She turned out to be smart as a whip and very easy to train. She went everywhere with me
The plant I worked at had a 25 acre fenced compound so when I was working 4-12 by myself, I would lock the main gate and she would chase rabbits to her hearts content.
I could go anywhere with her and she would stay glued to my hip leash or no leash.
The one thing I always laughed about was I had an old Coke branded duffle bag I kept with all her stuff in it (food, bowls, blankets and toys. She would get so excited when she saw it because it ment she was going to get to go along. I had her for about 16 years after I met her.
I have had a sheltie ever since, next was Dewey a bi-black rescued from a shelter, now Teddy. I wouldn't have it any other way
 
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