My New Toy

Until I find my family, I live in a house full of toys and soft places to sleep. Me and the other sheltie that lives here (Jazzy), live in a big place called a family room, and we have a yard we run in. There are gates up to keep us safe, so we don't run out the door, or get into things we aren't suppose to.

Last night when my foster mom was walking around the family room, taking things out, arranging our toys, making our blankets and pillows comfortable, and giving us our bedtime chewies, she appeared to be looking for something. I wasn't sure what it was, but she didn't find it. So she turned off the lights and left. Later that evening I happened to be sniffing in a corner and I found something new. I'm sure it was the thing my foster mom was looking for, and it was a new plastic toy for me! Yaaaaay!!! One thing I really like about my foster family is they are always giving me toys to chew. This one was chewy like my Kong. But it fit well in my mouth. It smelled great and tasted wonderful too!!!

Sadly, in the morning my foster mom took my toy away. I don't know why she did this, but I think it's because I'm not very good at sharing. She's always telling me things like, "Let Jazzy have that," or "Don't take that from Jazzy." I don't know why I have to share. Jazzy doesn't even like toys and I LOVE them. Here's a picture of my new toy, it's the one on the left. I don't know if I'll get it back, but at least I always  seem to get more new toys to play with.

When I'm not running around...

You can sometimes find me sprawled out on a soft crocheted blanket, a large comfy pillow or outside under a tree....

Special Things about Me

Everything about me is special....

But one thing I always hear my foster mother tell everyone is that I have A LOT of energy. I like to move, and sometimes find it hard to stop. I really love running in circles. It just feels right and I always feel so happy doing it. Everyone comments on how I have my tail high in the air, and a huge smile. "Hey," I'd like to say, "Life is great and I feel good!" Sometimes if my foster mom is nearby I'll run by and take little nips at her ankle, trying to get her to move or play. I also do this funny air-biting thing when I play. People laugh and say I look like a little "Pacman." I'm not sure what that is.

Another thing about me... I want to see everything everywhere, and I want to know what everyone is doing all the time. If anyone is doing laundry, I'm underneath waiting just in case something falls. If they walk away and I see something hanging out of the washer or dryer, I help out by taking it. If someone is cooking, I'm right nearby observing. If anyone goes outside to dig in the yard, I like to dig right next to them. If someone takes out the trash, I like to follow and watch. I guard them to make sure they are safe. Basically, I really love to help.

Another special thing.... I LOVE food. If you drop any, I'm right there, if you leave it on the table, I'll pull down the tablecloth and help you clean it up. Sometimes people leave the cupboard door open for me so I can climb in and get the cereal box. I've learned that it's not difficult to open these up. You just have to push in these flap things, and then bite at the plastic. It's pretty easy. The only thing I don't like is my mouth isn't long enough to reach to bottom no matter how hard I try, and sometimes the box gets stuck on my head. It's so embarrassing!

Adventures of a Foster Sheltie.....

Hi! I'm Clover. I'm an 11-month-old sheltie and my foster mom is helping me create this blog. I want to tell you more about me. I guess I should start at the beginning. At least, as much as I can remember....

There was warmth, cold, dim sounds, silence, and lots of movement. My mother licking my ears, someone biting my tail, being hungry and I couldn't find food. Little bits and pieces of memory, but mostly I remember how they disappeared. Someone would come, watch me, pick me up, look closely into my face and set me down. Later one of my brothers or sisters would be gone. One by one they disappeared and once they were gone I cried.

And I cried all day, and I howled, hoping somehow they'd hear me and return. I didn't like being alone. The people who owned my mother would say "Shhh!" but I just felt lonely. Often I was put in a crate... even though I had a blanket, and sometimes a chewie, I was very sad.

One day they put me in the back of a car and took me to my foster mother's home. They set me on a smooth tile floor and left me in sunlight.