Yesterday Sheila turned two, or roughly fourteen in people years. So you could look at it either of two ways: we have a terrible two-er, or we are now raising a teenager. I'm not sure which option sounds better, but Sheila is a piece of work no matter how you look at her.
Sheila is one lovable pup, and she'll be affectionate with whomever will take her.
Sheila with granddaughter Ellie:
Sheila resting on my leg:
Sheila dressing up:
Sheila snuggling:
Sheila doing tricks:
Sheila is curious and mostly sometimes obedient:
How did we celebrate Sheila's birthday? We gave her an extra treat after her dinner. No cake, no ice cream. I know, lame birthday, but the boss is strict about her diet. One does not want to suffer the wrath of Caleb, regarding his dog.
Happy birthday Sheila! In spite of myself I have fallen for you...
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