I believe dogs—whether as helpers, catalysts for change, or simply as companions—play an important role in humanity. They forgive our bad moods, overlook our flaws, and offer unconditional support while asking for very little in return. Unless, of course, they’re Shelties… Lol.
Shelties demand you follow their schedules, but not without a hidden reward. Mine insists on a morning walk, where I get to watch the sunrise, hear the birds sing, and forget whatever small worries I woke up with. He also makes sure I shut my laptop when I’ve been doom-scrolling too long—by jumping into my lap and slapping it closed with his paw. Does he know the dangers of excessive blue light before bedtime? Or is he just reminding me that his nightly biscuit is overdue, staring at me with those intense sheepdog eyes?
Shelties are herders at heart, and without a flock of sheep, they adapt. Mine has chosen me as his one and only charge—bossing, maneuvering, and keeping after me until he gets his way.
