Brandy

Our Sheltie, Brandy, was delivered to us on Christmas Eve '04. She was about six weeks old. She was the runt of the litter. You can see how small she was next to the grapefruit. Little did we know what a little handful she was going to be. From being as little as a hand to a little troublemaker at times. She did not like swimming. She hated the water. (Most Shelties don't.) She was a very spirited dog. She was stubborn at times. She was the perfect lapdog. She loved to sit on our laps or keep our feet warm. She was funny and brought laughter to our lives. She was a part of our family.

Here she is full-grown. She was about 12 inches tall. She was a petite Sheltie. We loved her anyway.

She looked like a little fox. I used to call her "Foxy Lady."

On April 12, 2006, one year ago today, she got hit by a car. She wanted to chase a squirrel or a bunny. May she chase all the squirrels and bunnies she wants. (At least this is what I would like to think,)

In Loving Memory of Brandy

November 5, 2004 - April 12, 2006