Finding My Shadow Part 2

There we were, at a campground, with an untrained, unpredictable puppy. Eric decided to retired early, especially early for a 10 year old boy. He seemed to be comfortable enough in the back of the pickup, well protected by the canopy. The puppy was quiet, seeming very content.

Early the next morning, just past sunrise, the owner of the truck peaked in on the sleeping pair. The puppy acted distant, growling at the intrusion. Then my son woke up, and the puppy did a complete turn-around, becoming social and happy again. Even at this early age she was protecting her family, or for a herding dog perhaps we should say, “her flock”. Not even 12 hours had passed since joining our clan, and she had already secured a special place in our hearts.

We quickly learned that this darling little puppy was a dynamo. She had her own way of thinking, and only chooses to acknowledge what makes sense to her. Fastest command learned: belly rub. Least favored command: stay. You see, this dog earned her name, Shadow, and clings to my heel just as my shadow lingers behind me. Finding my Shadow proved to be a serendipidous adventure!