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My name is Chelsea and I am sitting here enjoying my nice warm house as a blizzard rages outside, so I thought I would put some thoughts down to my fellow shelties.   

I am one of the dogs whose story really begins the day I was picked up from the Huntington Town Shelter by Barbara and Karen from LISSR.  I had been found walking the streets and had to stay at the shelter  for days!!!!!!  No one knows why I wasn't with my family.  The people who came to rescue me seemed nice but I was scared! 

Then I was put into a car and taken to the vet.  I did not like any of this,  but still felt kindness surrounding me.  I finally went to a foster home.  My foster mom Karen, was very kind to me but eventually I was put back in the car and taken somewhere else.

 I went in to a house where there were 5 people and a cat....what was happening now?  What was this all about????Before I knew what was happening, the 2 kind ladies who took me from the shelter, made sure I was healthy, and one even let me stay in her house went away and I was left with these strangers.  I did not know they wanted to adopt me...I didn't even know what being adopted meant.  But these people signed some papers and just like that I had my forever family.

 It is many years later now as I think back to that day. 

​Many things have happened since I live here.   We have moved and I had quite an adventure when our door flew open before my new house was fenced in for me.  It was snowy like today and so I got a bit disoriented and my parents had to call sheltie rescue to help find me...which they did and brought me home again.  My mom always asks what happened, where were you, but those adventures are in my secret memory bank along with my first year and a half of my life. 

But onto other things....  I got to meet so many other relatives and friends and other shelties. Everyone I meet tells me how beautiful I am and that I am one of the best dogs they have ever met.  I get to go visit  other shelties sometimes Kendra, Winston, Wendy, Trixie and Amanda .  Sometimes I even have a sleepover.   Amanda looks so much like me that we could be sisters.  We share many experiences too.  We both had very similar adventures but we don't share those with anyone else. 

My human family has grown too.  We have had two weddings and even a wonderful new baby.  At first I wasn't allowed to do anything but lick the baby's feet, but now she pets me and grabs my fur but that is okay with me because I know she just loves the feel of my  wonderful coat, especially if I have just been groomed. 

​Sometimes other shelties come to stay for a while and once I get used to them I stop being jealous and love to have them as company.  I especially love to play with the puppies who wait here until their forever families come to get them.  I am hoping my mom will take me to see one of them soon. He stayed with us for seven weeks but then he was adopted so now he has a forever family, but I have been invited to visit. 

Well I love the snow..so I think I will go ring my bells that hang on my doorway to the backyard  so someone will let me out to go romp in the blizzard snow.  I can go out and know a nice warm towel will be waiting for me when I get tired of rolling in it.  Then I'll join the cat by the fireplace. 

​Good-by for now.  Maybe some of you will tell me something about yourself someday.  

​Chelsea
Hello, My name is Buddy B. Herder.... (everyone just calls me Buddy).

​Thanks to the LISSR, I found my forever home last January and I have been smiling ever since- despite the fact that I had to have a lot of my teeth removed when they rescued me. I was in pretty bad shape. I even had to be shaved. I didn’t really look like a Sheltie and everyone thought I was a puppy, but I am an adult and I am now 6 years old.

My coat came back and everyone I meet says that I am handsome. I tend to agree. I like checking out my reflection in glass and mirrors. I insist on being well groomed. I think it is important to always look my best whether I am lounging around on my favorite bed or couch or sporting one of my favorite bow ties while entertaining friends at home.

My hobbies include squirrel chasing, herding anything that moves, , barking.... at the neighbors, at my neighborhood posse of pups, all electrical appliances and thunder & lightening. I really hate thunder and lightening. Many dogs are scared by it. Not me...it ticks me off ! Especially when it wakes me out of a sound sleep.

I am very fond of going on long walks around the hood. I like to check out the area around my home to make sure everything is in order. I am very protective of my property and the family I have living with me. After all, I personally selected them as my family, so it is important to me that they feel safe and loved.I never used to like cars , but now I do and am very well traveled. Last month I went to go visit my Foster family for a week. That was really cool. I love them. It was like being at a Sheltie Club Med. I got to play all week with my Sheltie Gang pals. I love that gang and the family that lives with them....really nice humans.

​I love my life ! Thank you LISSR !!

My name is Melody and it has taken me a while to submit my story as I am very very shy. I am 4 ½ yrs old and until I was nearly 4, I lived on a breeding farm way upstate NY. The night I was rescued I was outside in a pen and was caked with snow. My Foster Mom, Karen, was one of my rescuers. That night she got me dried off and kept me warm. Then we took a long drive to a vets office for a few days and then to Karen‘s house. I was very scared, but she made me feel safe. During my time with Karen, I started to open up a little and liked playing with the other dogs- Shelties of course.

Then,  a few months later my Forever Parents came to meet me and my journey continued. Again, I was very scared and on the drive to my new home I snuggled really hard in my new Mom’s lap. I was scared and shaking, but even though I couldn’t relax I knew I was OK. Upon arriving at my new home I was introduced to Buddy B. Herder. At first I didn’t pay much attention to him as I was still scared, but he’s a rescued Sheltie too and he understood. Mostly I stayed under the kitchen table, but then I realized I had my own bed and toys and realized that this was a good place. Buddy made me feel right at home and reassured me when I got scared or anxious.

​Buddy and I get along really well. I guess you could say he is my BFF. Sometimes I have to put him in his place if he gets fresh with me, but I really love him. He treats me very well and considers me „his girl“ ! He makes me feel safe when I am scared. He is always telling me how special I am and that we are a couple of lucky Shelties thanks to the LISSR and our Forever Family.


Since being rescued I have found that one of my favorite things to do is play ball. I love to chase and retrieve my tennis ball. Sometimes Buddy plays too. He says he lets me win, but I know I am faster than he is and better at playing ball !  I also have overcome my fear of stairs and beat Buddy up the stairs even when I give him a head start...again, he says he lets me win ! Sure Buddy, whatever you say...NOT ! 

​I love my new home and my Forever Family. I still get spooked and don’t really like to socialize when people come to visit, but I am hoping that someday I will be more open and trusting.  I am trying. My parents take me for walks with Buddy and as long as he is ahead of me where I can see him , I am not scared. I am getting better in the car too...as long as Buddy is with me. One day my parents took Buddy out of the house and left me behind. I didn’t like that....I was scared. Like the time Buddy went to get groomed and he didn’t come back for a few hours....my parents said I was a different dog without him. I think I was too. I hid under the table and wouldn’t come out. Once Buddy came home I was back to my old self and happy again. Oh boy, did I get excited when he came home !

​My parents say I am very silly when I am happy. I jump aound wagging my tail and barking. I can’t help it.... I love my new life and all the love I get.  Buddy is kind of a Momma’s Boy and I am Daddy’s little girl. I love to curl up with Dad and watch TV.  Dad has nicknamed me BABY CAKES. I like that ! Both Mom and Dad make time for each of us and that is really cool. All I ever wanted was to be loved and now I have found it. Thank you to all my friends at the LISSR for making that possible.  Look for me on FB...Buddy is going to help me start my own page. He thinks that might help my shyness.Love & Happy Tails, Melody 

Notes from Our Shelties

So, around this time last year these nice people came and took me away from where I'd been living.  I heard them talking about the things that they'd been told about me and even I had to wonder what they thought they were going to do with me.  It had been made pretty clear to me by that point that peeing in the house was unacceptable but there was really nothing that I could do about that.  At that point, I was also pretty clear on the fact that I was fairly dumb.

They brought me someplace warm, at least, and they were really nice to me, which was odd.  I got toys and treats and more doctor visits than you can shake a stick at, not that I have any idea why you would shake a stick or why other furry people find sticks, in general, in the least bit interesting.  They also gave me lots and lots and lots of water which was wonderful because I have ALWAYS been a very thirsty guy.

​Finally, one day, they started putting cold stuff in my eyes and I realized that I wasn't as thirsty that day!  They told me that i have diabetes and THAT'S why bladder control was such a challenge for me!  I always just believed that I was dumb!  I was SO proud of the fact that I actually COULD hold the piddles until someone opened a door, though getting them to open a door is a subtle art that, to this day, I have found it difficult to master.  I like it better when the door is just open so that I can meander in and out whenever I want to but the people don't have fur and they get cold, sometimes, so that's not always an option.


Right before Christmas last year, a lady showed up with three smaller people and picked me up from the nice lady that had finally let me stay IN a house.  I had to sit for hours with a big ribbon tied on me while we waited but I was inside and warm, so looking goofy was a small price to pay.

The new lady put me in the car and the three small people squealed at me and kissed me and hugged me and I could have stayed in that car forever, but eventually we had to get out and there was an enormous bear at the new place!  Turns out, she was a dog, too, but a REALLY big dog.  Also, only the two little boys were going to live with me but the little girl comes over a lot!

​Since this was evidently going to be my new home, I went right outside to find a good place to sleep that wasn't 6 feet off the ground since I'm not really a fan of jumping or heights and the new lady seemed at least nice enough to let me sleep on the ground.  Instead, she came to the door and called us in and Rosie, the bear-dog went right inside and jumped on top of one of the boys on the couch.  Certainly, that wasn't what she intended for me so I laid down at the bottom of the steps and winked at her.  She kept calling my name and finally came down and sat with me and talked a lot of words and then scooped me up and carried me in the house.  I was really sure that she was just being nice on my first night, so I kept giving her the option by staying at the bottom of the stairs for a few weeks until I realized that she really didn't want me to stay out there!  She kept telling me it was too cold and, if I could, I'd have reminded her that I have fur and would be fine but she never gave me a chance.  That's my name, evidently, too - Chance.


She was giving me the cold drops in my eyes, too, and I can't believe how much it helps with the drinking and peeing.  It took me some time to get used to, though, and I had a few accidents in the house and I was sure she was gonna be mad at me but she never was!!  One time, she was cleaning up and I tried to say I was sorry and realized that was a mistake when she lifted her hand and I just knew she was going to hit me so I ran away and hid under the table and she crawled on the floor, like she thought SHE was a dog, silly lady, and hugged me and told me that it wasn't my fault and that we were going to get the medicine right and then she called the smaller of the two guys - Nicholas - and asked him to take me in his room and cuddle.

I love both of the little guys but Nicholas is the quiet one, so he's my guy.  Joseph wrestles with Rosie and Nicholas reads to me which is good, 'cuz I'm not nimble or very well coordinated like the bear-dog is.  Maybe it's because I spent a lot of time outside, at first, or at least, not a lot of time around furniture but I bump into stuff really a lot.  Tables, chairs, couches, people.  They're all just THERE where I least expect them to be and when I get excited or when I just woke up or when I gather up a head of steam they seem to jump out of nowhere and BLAM!  I bang into them!!  The coffee table is especially problematic which is surprising because, when I think about it, I don't think it's ever moved!  The good part about my clumsiness is that it always makes the people laugh and then hug me, so maybe sometimes I play it up if I want a hug, but don't tell anyone.

​So now I've been here a year and I love it here.  They don't mind when I tell them stuff and I've found that I REALLY like to tell them stuff.  I bark in Mom's face early in the morning when I have to go outside (even though it's never occurred to me that THAT would be a good way to get the door opened at other times of the day - I rely on Rosie all other times and she is an EXCELLENT assistant in that regard), I bark when they're eating to tell them to give me stuff even though it NEVER works, I bark when they leave to tell them not to and that never works, either.  I bark when I want to play and someone always complies.  I bark when the water is empty and it's best when only Mom reacts to that one because Joseph and Nicholas sometimes forget that the water is supposed to only go in the bowl and then there's a puddle on the floor and then Mom has to clean it up which makes her grouchy, so then I bark at the boys for making a mess and I bark at Mom so she won't be grouchy.  I do love, love, love to bark and I love the whole 'bossy' thing!  It's so fun!  I had no idea I could have so much power!


So today is like a regular day and we have a dog visitor because Mom's mom is out of town and we have some other nice people coming to visit and then all of my people will go out for a while, which is nice because boys are really noisy.  While they're gone, I'll have a chance to lay my chin on my bed and take a nap which Nicholas keeps telling me is wrong, but I like it that way.  If I put my chin on the bed, then Joseph or Nicholas feel compelled to lay on the bed all of the way, nose to nose with me, and explain that I'm doing it wrong only they can't see that I got them to lay down and talk to me, so, as far as I'm concerned, I'm doing it exactly right!  I'll leave the bed for them so they have a soft place to land when they want to see me!

​I love this place.  I love being inside.  I don't like the couch because I fall off because, as I said, I am not graceful like a gazelle, but I do like to keep all of the feet warm!  I love Rosie because she wrestles with me and hides toys in the yard and because she's not graceful like a gazelle, either, so I don't ever feel clumsy.  I love the boys because they are always doing something interesting and lots of times they include me and Rosie.  Sometimes we have to wear stupid stuff but they're touching us, so who cares?!

I'm so grateful that those nice people came and got me from the cold, outside place.  I'm so glad that they didn't believe that I'm dumb, even though I am a little dopey and like to play that up to get even more loves and I'm especially grateful that the people at that LISSR place worked really hard to help me with the piddling problem.  I haven't had an accident in months and months AND kisses always come with the medicine!  Thank you to everyone who helped me get to this crazy, fun place where I get to bark and sleep next to Rosie and have treats and bang into stuff!!  I love my new life!!