Louie came to me in 1994 about a month after the Fourth of July that year. She was named Lacy Lou after our other other Sheltie that died at the age of 11. My other Sheltie was named Lacy and she died on the Fourth of July. It was a bad time for us. We had to have a Sheltie in the house as Lacy left us with a tremendous hole in our hearts. My husband, at the time (we divorced), found someone that had pups to sell. We immediately found ourselves driving over to look at them. Excitement, mixed with sorrow and guilt that we were replacing our beloved Lacy so soon after her death made me a little resistent. I had a slight hope that this new pup would be our Lacy's chance to come back and be with us again.
I saw Louie looking at us from the back of the box. She and her siblings were on display and they were all were so bright looking and showing off for us. She looked at me, caught my eye but didn't come to see me like the others. They were throwing themselves at me. Louie looked at me like she didn't have a chance. She was smaller than the others and more beautiful as I think of it. Her eyes betrayed her intelligence.
I picked her out from all the rest. She cuddled with me and barely fit in my hands, a tiny pup and eager to come with us. She was our sweetie from day one.
Even though her name was Lacy Lou, she was such a tomboy that we called her Louie. She was an athlete. Louie taught us how to fetch, and throw like pros. Both of my Shelties were very smart. She was a lazy persons dog.
I love to talk about my Louie. She is both remarkable and precious. I have three grown sons, and they don't like when I talk about them. I created the blog to be able to talk about Louie. I call her their little sister. They really don't mind and I think they accept her as a little sis.
I also thought I would write about Louie as she can't read.
Yet.
