What I've Learned So Far

Sally likes to chew ice. Not in that annoying way that the person sitting behind you in the movie theatre does, the person who gulps ice from a paper cup and as she minces the pieces, she sprays the back of your neck with her spittle and adds odd timpani to the soundtrack.

No, Sally likes to take a solid cube out of your hand and deftly snap it into three bite size bits that she efficiently crunches up right from the kitchen floor.

After Sally finishes a meal, she likes to bring her dish into the living room to see if perhaps you forgot to put something else into it. If you ignore her, she will deposit it at your feet and lick every speck of dog food dust out of it until it is clean enough for surgery.

Sally was born on All Hallow’s Eve, which seems so fitting in this family. She came to us with another name, but Dylan and I discussed it and thought that maybe the rag doll from the movie “The Nightmare Before Christmas” might serve as a good moniker for her. Not to mention the classic musical references of “Mustang Sally” and “Lay Down Sally.” And the cinematic character in “Harry Met Sally.”

Early this morning we came in from a walk, and as I was drying her slender paws, she lowered her head (and I swear she chuckled a little bit), locked the towel into her teeth and took off for the living room. Chasing a sheltie is a waste of energy but I’m sure her paws dried perfectly on the carpet.

We found Sally (Daisy) courtesy of Sheltie Rescue. This is the second time they have answered our call for the companionship one only finds with our furry friends. And this time, just as when we found Sam, the timing and elements all seem to fit perfectly. Sam challenged us, taught us sheltie business and thereby the tough world business we were also facing in the early days of divorce and challenges of starting over. Sally is lapping up life, no matter if it’s ice cubes or filet! We are so grateful to be of “help.”