The companionship of a Sheltie is a beautiful thing. They are with me when I wake up in the morning, and with me when I go to bed at night. They ground my day, as I feed, groom and potty them.
Because of them, I appreciate the beauty that surrounds us. Each day, unless the weather is just too extreme, we step outside to explore a small slice of nature. I’ve seen gorgeous orange and purple sunsets, and delicate wild flowers that I otherwise would have missed. I’ve immersed myself in richly-hued autumn leaves, and have tromped through hip-deep snow to blaze trails. Without my Shetland Sheepdogs, I’d have missed much of this.
