About a year ago, I began to watch the rescue sites for another sheltie to add to my forever family, and I spread the word among my rescue-and-shelter friends. I also contacted Sheltie Rescue to let them know I would love to foster and/or adopt another sheltie. My life with Belle and Oliver gave me a love of this spunky breed, and their passing in June 2010 left a big void.
A couple of shelties surfaced but one was adopted before I could meet him, and the other was palliative and passed away shortly after (in the loving care of a wonderful person who looked after her during her last weeks on earth). I heard through the grapevine that the coordinator for Sheltie Rescue had changed, but before I could contact the new person to introduce myself, Charley fell ill and I put everything on hold for a few months.
Two hours before my Charley passed away, I received an email from a friend to let me know there was a sheltie in need of a new home. I was in no emotional shape to deal with it at that time, so I just left it in my inbox.
A few days later, fully expecting the sheltie to have already been placed, I inquired. And to my delight, from over twenty inquiries mine was selected for further discussions. A week of emails and phone calls back and forth, some negotiation on a date to accommodate holiday plans and my own care of granddog Becky and integration of new foster Petey, and a trip up island to meet one very special boy, and I had absolutely no question in my mind that my family would grow by one.
And so, without further ado, please welcome Eddie!
|Hai! What is this place? What's a blog?|
Eddie is a seven year old purebred blue merle sheltie who has lost his second home through no fault of his own. His breeder, who raised him for the first two years, was contacted but didn’t want him back. The family with whom he was living received helpful guidance about rehoming from Sheltie Rescue which enabled Eddie to move straight from his old home to mine without the unsettling additional step of a shelter or foster. It is to the family's credit that they did due diligence at what, for them, was a very difficult and sad time.
Eddie is a happy boy, though a bit anxious at the moment – however, when I met him in his old home, he was clearly relaxed and at ease with the world, and wanted nothing more than to entice Sadie, who came with me for the visit, into play.
He is not deaf. He is not blind. He is not even senior. As much as I love the old and special needs ones, it was time for me to offer a forever home to a dog who I hope will be with me for a long time. He will be going in for dental and a neuter once he has settled in here. So far, his only real flaw seems to be his fear of cameras - he races into his crate and hides whenever he sees me pick it up. We shall have to work on that!
|Scary black box!!! Put it down! Put it down!|
He is proving himself to be great with Petey (who mistook Eddie for a fluffy humping pillow for the first several hours), good with the cat, and willing to let Sadie come to him on her own terms. Sadie's nose is a little out of joint, and she’s not sure what to make of this playful guy, but she’s beginning to think he might be okay.
|Sadie: I'm not looking at you. But you can lie next to me if you want. |
(I haz a bruver! I haz a bruver!)