Days And Nights Mixed Up Like A Baby

 

Here's an update on our little newest household member, Nicholas.

If you read my last blog, you would know about how he came to be in our home.  

So we now made it through the first week and we are adjusting to "Life with Nick".

He's been under strict vet care and meds and has been on a special diet to help him regain some weight and rehydrate himself. 

If you recall, he had been in the woods and roaming the first time for 8 days, and then the second time for 15 days! All on his own --- a little 11 month old pup in the woods. Trying to figure out how to eat and drink and find a safe place to sleep.

At one point, he had been trapped by a dragging leash for about 5 or 6 days, starving and dehydrated with no ability to get food or water. Then he chewed the leash in half to free himself. This was right before we recovered him from the woods in a live trap on Christmas Eve! 

He has been adjusting really well to life in our house. He knows where his food dish is, he knows where his water dish is, and he's learning all of our signals and routines and lessons. 

We also came to realize, that his days and nights are mixed up! Just like a baby!

Because this was his second time on the loose, he became very wary of being seen during the daytime. So he must have been holed up somewhere, sleeping during the day. The only times we caught him on the Wi-Fi cameras near the live traps or the feeding stations was at night. So this little guy learned to only roam around at night to get food. 

Since coming here, he needed to be acclimated to sleeping at night. The first few nights we kept him in a dog crate just to be sure he wasn't wandering around our house or getting into mischief.

Then we advanced to buying him a "big boy bed" and letting him sleep next to Binney and her "big girl bed" at the foot of our bed in our bedroom.

That did the trick! He seemed to be so much more at ease when he wasn't in the dog crate for the night. He isn't wandering around, and he is sleeping all night.

This picture was from the first night. By the second night they decided to switch beds! Binney took his new bed, and he took her old bed.

We have been extremely careful with him around any open doors. All of our exit doors are locked, so there's no chance of accidental escape. Any time either of us wants to leave, he is double leashed and harnessed to be sure that he doesn't sneak out.

So far, he doesn't show any interest in wanting to sneak out of the doors. But we aren't going to take that chance! We don't know if he's going to continue to be an escape artist, or once he bonds to us and wants to be with us.

We are working on coming when called, name recognition, and basic obedience. We have walked him around the outside perimeter of the house multiple times on a double leash so he can get his bearings and realize that this is his home. We have gone around the block once, and then back to the house again to sit on the front porch. Yes, even in winter, I want him to know to come to the front porch if for some reason he ever got loose!

We've invited over some of the grandkids, one at a time. We are working on kid-proofing him with children to be sure that he is rock solid around them. It took Claire a little while to get him accustomed to her small size and quick movements. But he did well and soon she had him literally eating out of her hand!

They became "pack buddies"  and took their nap together... 

Next up on the list was Chelsea. She would like to be a veterinarian someday. She soon had Nick eating out of her hand too!!! She is extremely interested in Nick, because she was helping us the first time that he was caught, after his first escape. 

Now it was Clayton's turn. Nick had him figured out in no time flat. And soon they were cuddling up on the love seat and enjoying their time together.

Soon we will expose him to the rest of the grandkids, as well as more and more people. Our neighbors came over today and spent some time with him. At first he seemed a little protective and barky, but soon he was relaxed and by the time they were ready to leave, he allowed them to pet him. Slow and steady wins the race! 

Each evening, it's a barrel of laughs around here. Both dogs want to be on my lap or on Steve's lap or just taking turns. They've discovered the taste of freshly popped popcorn being tossed to them as treats. Oh joy! 

All in all, he has really fit in and Binney absolutely adores him. She has never once yet asked us "When is he going to leave???"

This morning we woke up to a wonderful surprise of some snow. Being a dog that was imported from down South, this is a whole new experience for him. 

They had a wonderful time playing in the snow... What a great way to start off the weekend. 

His housebreaking is rock solid. Not a single mistake in the house. We take him out often into the secure fenced in potty yard. 

He has differentiated between what is a toy and what are our shoes or socks.  He is comfortable with carrying toys around the house from room to room and taking them where he wants them to play with. 

Today he decided five different times that he needed to jump up on our very tall king size bed for his nap! Five times I took him back off. We will see what happens tomorrow.

We do notice that between 5:00 p.m. and 7:00 p.m. seems to be his most active antsy time. He has a lot of energy now. So we figured out how to take him out in the fenced in potty yard and wear off some of his steam:

We are so happy to see him healthy and energetic. What a far cry from two weeks ago when he was this frail weak little skeleton with a thin layer of skin and fur. There was absolutely no flesh on him and he was a mere shadow of the dog he is today. Looking at his sparkling eyes and smiling face with his wagging tail, we are grateful that he is here in our home and a part of our lives. 

To wind this up, so it's not just all about the dogs, we would like to wish everyone a happy and healthy New Year for 2024!

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Stay tuned for my next blog, because we are starting a solar installation on the roof of our cargo trailer to haul along behind the motorhome. So finally I will have a blog post about RVing!!! 

St Nicholas Came - and He's Not Who You Thought He Would Be!!!

For Christmas, all of our family members were sick! So we postponed our family gathering until early January. We all get together for an epic bowling day and Mexican meal for the grandkids anyhow, we will just add our gift-giving to the same day. 

But we weren't alone, oh no no no!

We were busy busy busy helping track down a runaway 1 year old Shetland Sheepdog! The owner could no longer adequately care for him, and she has huge upcoming medical issues facing her. So she turned over ownership to us, if we could possibly catch it. 

It was his second time escaping (we helped catch him the first time in November after he was on the run for a week) and he didn't know anybody or anything cuz he was just recently adopted by her two weeks before! 

Since he had already been out on his own alone in the woods the week before, this time he was even more sly and trickier to catch. He learned to stop moving around during the daytime where people were trying to grab him. Instead, he was only moving at night.

He had a leash trailing behind him, and we were so scared of it getting snagged up in the woods somewhere.

This is the type of terrain he was hiding in:

This time around, the weather was at least warmer at night. In the high '30s instead of the freezing temps. We had tracked him down and figured he was eating food at the neighborhood feral cat feeding station. We assume he was getting fresh water from the river which is not yet frozen over. We know he was sleeping somewhere in these concrete columns and yard waste from the city municipal workers.

We were utilizing the services of a local non-profit called Get Toby Home. 

http://www.gettobyhome.org/

They have all of the equipment and the knowledge. They brought us multiple large live traps along with game cameras, and also Wi-Fi GPS cameras which emit a signal back to their waiting computers in Green Bay. Their volunteer staff monitor the cameras 24/7. Any movements are detected, as well as any other feral cats, opossums, raccoons etc that get into the trap. The volunteers will bark or hiss or make noises through the cameras' speakers to scare off the animals before they get into the trap. Sometimes we had to go and let out various critters that got contained by accident. 

We did a lot of the leg work on our end because we are at the far fringe of their service area. We were replenishing bait as well as moving traps from location to location. Depending on the sightings and graphing on the maps, we got pretty good at figuring out his routine and route that he would wander late at night. 

They even sent up one volunteer with a thermal imaging drone who went over the entire woodsy marsh area that we knew the dog was holed up in. 

So we spent two weeks tracking and following sightings and baiting live traps and moving Wi-Fi cameras around. 

We were handing out flyers and talking to people and searching searching searching. 

We were contacting property owners and obtaining permission to place live traps on their property. 

10 large profile signs including a photo were set up around town at all major intersections. We plastered social media with posts and getting updates from helpful residents. And some "not so helpful"  comments. Why are some people so mean when they are behind the invisibility of their keyboard? Some of the comments were just horrible!

We drove around and around and around many miles at slow speeds with flashlights at night because that's the only time he was moving around. I think we went through three or four sets of batteries in all of our flashlights! 

At one point we had no spottings of him in five or six days. We were really concerned that the leash had gotten snagged up somewhere and he was dead. Either that, or he became coyote food.

Imagine our delight after 6 days he showed up on a camera again, this time dragging the leash only half as long. The end was all chewed off raggedy. So we are sure he was snagged up somewhere on a tree or rocks and had to chew himself free! He looked definitely skinnier by this time. He was starving!

He was becoming more and more clever each time we were sighting him on the cameras. We actually have a trail of food going into the cage where he just needs to step on the trigger panel for the door to shut behind him.

We also left pieces of our scent around so he would get used to our smells. I wove Binney's dirty bandanas into the mesh of the cages. He would stop and smell her scent every time. 

Every day when we would go back to re-bait the traps, we would bring along Binney and have her walk through the area. Many times she would obligatory leave a spot of pee. We would also grab any of her morning poops in a doggy bag and bring it to the trap sites. We would scatter it around so he would get used to her and also be attracted to come back to the area because she is a female. He is an intact male, never neutered!

So many times he would just come in so far, and back out. We needed him to step on this slanted piece of the cage to trigger the door shut. He would only go so far and stop. Arrgghhh! 

Twice he actually decided to get to the food he would just grab the blanket and pull it backwards out of the cage! Watch this video!

So then we had to get up at 3:00 a.m. and go out there and pull the blanket away from the opening so in case he did go back in, the trap door could shut correctly. If it happened to only go part way and get caught on the blanket, then he would be really really smart and never go back after such an experience. 

Each time we saw him on the cameras, we were just so close! But just not enough for him to step on that trigger panel. 

Our efforts were rewarded on the FIFTEENTH DAY!!!!----- on Christmas Eve we finally were able to capture him! 

The Get Toby Home team were monitoring the cameras, even on Christmas Eve. They were ecstatically calling to us to go go go and get him!

We placed the entire trap cage into the back of our Saturn and drove home into our garage and shut the door tight. 

He was very very scared, and very very skinny!

I was giving him soothing sounds of my voice and I actually got some licks on my fingers through the mesh of the cage. He even leaned in and let me scratch his ear for comfort.

We carefully transferred him from the end of the large live trap into our smaller dog crate. He willingly went in! 

Now we could carry the secure crate into our house where he would have no opportunity to get outside. 

He is very skinny and was dehydrated. It's hard to tell with all the hair in the picture but he is all skin and bones.

We got him inside and gave him water and a small amount of food. He ate it gingerly, he didn't wolf it down so we knew he was pretty weak.

He met Binney nose to nose and he was extremely interested in her, as well as her in him.

We removed the awful dragging leash that was chewed away by his little teeth to escape wherever he was snagged up. We also removed this slip choke collar which is definitely a no-no!  He is now fitted with a secure harness as well as another buckle collar. 

Just look at this little guy! He has no idea about the wonderful world that is going to open up to him now that he is in our home. And Steve is right there to spoil him rotten!!!

He was so exhausted that he went to sleep. I think he was comforted by the warmth and the soft sounds in our house. We kept things extremely quiet. Here he is falling asleep from sheer exhaustion, but still wanting to keep his head upright and alert!! 

I believe that he is extremely thankful and appreciative of a warm home and kindness. Even though we have a fenced in yard for going potty, we are letting him out on dual leashes. One on the harness and one on the collar. With me standing at the other end monitoring him every second.  He is also been outfitted with an air tag.

So we spent Christmas Day traveling to the ER vet and getting him medically checked out. He is only 12 lb and just feels so frail underneath all that fluff. We also got out all of the burrs and twigs that were embedded in his coat. 

We have been rehydrating slowly as well as small amounts of food throughout the day, to not overstress his system.

We will be following up this week with our local vet, and of course get him in for all of his shots as well as a neutering session.

We are already bonding with him as well as our little female Sheltie Binney!

Meet Nicholas, 

as in St Nicholas 

who came on Christmas Eve!!!

If you are looking for a really good place to donate this year, this local Get Toby Home organization is made up of all volunteers, a registered non-profit, and nobody gets wages. They rely totally on donations for all of their equipment. 

http://www.gettobyhome.org/

What a Merry Christmas to us!

R.I.P. Our Sweet Finnegan

It is with the deepest sorrow that we said goodbye to our Finnegan yesterday.  The cancer had taken a turn for the worse, and we didn't want to let him suffer.  

He attained the honor of "Good Dog", that all dogs aspire to be.

RIP Finney.  

July 24, 2013 - Jan 16, 2021.

Finnegan passed away peacefully in my arms, overlooking his beloved Big Backyard from the ottoman while Steve prepared his final resting place. Steve had previously dug the hole in the fall, before the ground froze, and had a supply of soft unfrozen dirt waiting in the garage.  Steve had also prepared a little wooden box, embellished with the words "Good Dog" and his name on the lid.  He was buried with his favorite toys, as well as the container of ashes from our first sheltie, Akasha, who passed away 17 years ago, and now will reside with him.

Our little Binney dignified the ceremony by wearing Finnegan's collar to the graveside, where it was transferred to the little garden statue sheltie, joining with the collars of our passed doggies Duke and Ducky. 

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Of course, Binney is taking it hard. She is most likey his aunt, as best we can figure from the hoarder's mixmux of records before all of the shelties were rescued from her hell-hole of a place.  Finnegan had been born from Binney's sister, Daisy, after all the dogs were rescued.  He had a normal puppyhood, while she did not. She has been with us for the last 6 years, and they were truly bonded.  He helped her become a "normal dog" and become more confident and self-assured over the years. He was her Mentor. 

She sat gazing out in the backyard yesterday at dusk...  and I am sure she was mourning for him.  This breaks my heart. Also, she keeps an eye out for deer, or the "big brown doggies" that come at night for scrounging around on the ground under the bird feeders.  She sat there, alone, despondent, and waiting for the deer. Ever  hopeful. 

From Heaven, I am SURE that Finnegan sent some deer, to entertain her and cheer her up! The deer NEVER come this early in the evening, they usually appear after 8 or 9 p.m.  

OH JOY OH JOY

BARK BARK BARK BARK!!!!

Here they came, a few at a time,

 to wander in just to entertain Binney. 

She was ecstatic and delighted! 

Dashing between the big ottoman

and the little ones, 

barking furiously and 

happily wagging her tail. 

Racing from window to window,

letting them know she was on guard! 

Really, the deer just look at her in the house, barking away, and then go right back to licking up any stray seeds or pieces of suet.  They really don't scare easily. 

She was just soooo happily barking her fool head off,

and completely enjoying herself.  

We let her go nuts, 

because we know they will only be here for a few minutes...

And then, right before they all started to gather to leave, one deer went over to the new grave, (protected by a board and rocks until the ground freezes again) and leaned it's head down. It was as if to say:  "Okay Boss Finnegan, did we do a good job?" 

And off they went. 

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Before the cancer took it's toll on little Finnegan, three days ago, on Wednesday, we did have one wonderful afternoon of sunshine and a last walk around the block, ending in the Big Backyard. 

Finnegan tired quickly, and had to be carried the rest of the way.  Notice all of the deer tracks through the snow, it's a virtual playground for those Big Brown Doggies.

Oh my handsome boy...

By the look on his face,

 he didn't appreciate being carried.

A couple video clips of his final days.... 

Forever Buddies

A package arrived in the mail on Friday, the night before Finnegan passed. We were flabbergasted and shedding tears of greatfulness at fellow Sheltie Rescuer Adopter Kevin Kalhagen's talent and thoughtfulness. He kindly caught their expressions and the bond between them. Forever preserved.  It will get matted and framed soon.  Thank you Kevin and Trish! 

This may have been a sad blog to read. I'm sorry about that. But it was important for me to write it. Sometimes things like this are cathartic. 

All I know is that when dogs are sent here to Earth, they work really hard to attain the title of "Good Dog". Once they achieve that honor of being a "Good Dog", their time is no longer needed here. Their goal is reached. They go back to Heaven and help to get ready all those new little puppies soon-to-be-born---- to teach them also to become "Good Dogs". 

Have You Ever Had a ''Gotcha Day''?

We are suffering with the bitter cold moving into Wisconsin and the Midwest.  Tonight we are down to zero already and wind chills are in the 15 below range. The winds are going to kick up and drive them down to the 20-30 BELOW range. Brrrr then followed up by about 8-12 inches of snow arriving on the weekend. Geesh. We are cozied up with a fire tonight in the fireplace and no where to go. Winter is really here I guess.

As for the title... do you ever have a Gotcha Day?

We are celebrating the anniversary of TWO Gotcha Days this week.

It was a mere three years ago we had a Gotcha Day for our little Finney!!!  Yes, a Gotcha Day is an anniversary of the day we adopted our little sheltie from the Michigan Sheltie Rescue with the assistance of the Wisconsin Sheltie Rescue.

At that time we only had old Duke.  Since our silly Ducky collie had passed away the previous summer, he was slowing down and looking sad.  We applied to the Wisconsin Sheltie Rescue to find him a pal .


A little background: In June of 2013 a wicked lady name Jean had 38 shelties crammed in a mobile home in Midland, Michigan.  The neighbors reported her to the sheriff and they arranged to remove all the of animals from the horrid conditions.  I won't go into the details, but it was bad... really bad.  Including the two dead males stuffed into dog food bags in the hall... why?  Because they were ''fighting'' she said. Oh geesh.

The Michigan Sheltie Rescue took over caring for the malnourished sick and uncared for dogs, setting up temporary nursery stations because a lot of the female dogs were pregnant.  Soon they became 72 dogs when all the pups were born.  One of those pups was destined to become our Finnegan.  The pups were born with all kinds of health issues...  This particular pup had ''puppy strangles'' which are swollen cheeks and neck. It could cause failure to thrive and block the ability to swallow. Robin, the caregiver, had to get him and a few of his littermates some special medicine. This took months to heal so he was not adoptable until he reached the age of 5 months.

On Dec 14, 2013 we got the call that the Wisconsin Sheltie Rescue had a young male pup, age 5 months, coming in on a transport and our application had been approved. Our home was deemed suitable and we had experience with other two other rescue foster dogs years ago, from when I worked with the Green Bay Shetland Sheepdog Club.

The weather was raging with the start of a three day blizzard.  A wonderful transport volunteer named Ceora was driving back from doing business in the Lower Peninsula of Michigan and had the pup with her at a motel overnight. She planned to bring him up to her home in Marquette and then drive it down the next day to the Wisconsin Sheltie Rescue at Stockbridge Critter Sitters Boarding and Grooming.  Well,  the weather was only going to be worse on Sun and Mon so she said she would drive the pup as far south as she could on Sat... and could we drive up and meet her halfway?  About Menominee, MI was a good halfway point.  We grabbed a dog crate, a leash and harness and some snow gear.  Hopping into our four wheel drive Tracker, we headed out into the blizzard to get our new pup!

We met up at the predetermined place and they handed over this shivery little ball of legs and elbows, and HUGE ears!!!!  Yup, it was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!

We scooted back home with him to meet his new big brother Duke... we introduced them outside on neutral territory.  Well.. the old Duke needed a new buddy.  He instantly bonded with the pup and took him under his wing.

We took them inside and it was sniff sniff, and drink some water, share some food and then they started to PLAY!!!! Awwwwwwwww

The first night we kept little Finnegan in his crate, but we brought it up to the foot of our bed so he was in the same room. Duke laid down next to the crate with his fur touching the little pup, who laid with his back tight to Duke from the inside of the crate too. They were bonded.

The next morning (this is my FAVORITE pic) ...  we took him downstairs for potty outside and then a snuggle on the couch while I was still in my jammies. I swear the look on his face is a smile that says ''Wow! I wasn't dreaming after all!  I DO have a new family!''

They slept together, ate together, went outside together and back in... Duke taught him how to be a ''Good Dog''.

Duke taught him all the good stuff like fetch, tug, treat and how to dig through the big basket of toys to find just the right one.

Most of all, Duke had to show him the ropes about the MOTORHOME.. ya know---- that big moving house thing that when it stops, the door opens to a NEW place to sniff. Each time it stops, it is a new place to sniff and there isn't anything to be scared of.

He taught him how to get up the stairs into the motorhome, 

where the water dish goes next to the toilet
and best of all, 

which drawer the dog treats are kept in! 

Life went on for a year.... Finney grew into a fine young dog, and did everything with his buddy Duke.  But old Duke just could not make it much longer.  He was 12 and having congestive heart failure. He was slowing down. We knew the end was near. He was also having more and more seizures. It was time.

Our Dukie Palookie 

Nov 3, 2014

Six weeks went by.

Sunday, Dec 11, 2014 was our Gotcha Day for Binney.

Here is how it happened:

In that same hoarding situation, another dog was being fostered over in Michigan. This is what she looked like when they removed her from that awful place.

Our little Binney (then named Number 16) was skin and bones, and her hair was falling out. She was heartworm positive and needed a lot of gentle love and care.

Number 16 needed a lot of care, and special medicine to slowly kill off the worms wound through the muscles of her heart.  If you kill them off too fast, you kill the dog too.  It can take a year or more of the medicine to take care of it.  She was fostered out to a MSR member who took care of her and a few others dogs too in her home.  She was named Debbie, as in Debutant (being number sweet 16).  Awwwww  After a year, little Debbie was finally able to be adopted out.  The foster family was seriously thinking of keeping her, because she was such a little sweetheart, but long term illness struck their family and it was better to find homes for the foster dogs.

In came Ginny!  She is a gung ho Wisconsin Sheltie Rescue Transport volunteer who is full of energy, love and willingness to drive long distance to transport the dogs.  She buzzed on over to Lower Michigan and took those sweet three foster dogs and trotted them right back to Wisconsin where Lisa had homes pretty much all figured out for them.

What I didn't know, and Lisa usually does, is that we were READY for another dog in our home.  Yes, our old Duke has passed away and Finney was very lonely.  It had been six weeks.  Our hearts were broken over Duke being gone, and we were fawning all our attention on Finney. But he was hankering for canine companionship.  I made a play date for Finnegan to go play at Lisa's boarding kennel while I ran errands up in Appleton for the day.  I didn't know anything about Ginny bringing three new dogs to the Wisconsin Rescue until I got there to drop off Finnegan.  Well, that Lisa popped little Finney in the same crate with that Number 16 Debbie Debutante and they bonded instantly!

When I was done running errands in Appleton, I sat right down the floor and held that tiny shivering girl in my arms. Finney of course had to be right there too.  Lisa said the little Debbie needed a ''sleepover'' at our house because she was so scared and timid in the big noisy boarding kennel.
Bwhaahaaa what an excuse, eh?   I called Steve at work and asked him to swing by on his way home... stopping at the boarding kennel to check this out and see what he thought.  Hmmmmmm what do you think?

 Yes.. she came to a sleepover ... and never went back!  

This is from the first night, cuddled on the couch with me. 

We named her Binney.  Mostly we wanted a name for her that was close to Finney so when I called him, she would hopefully come too? We sometimes had said to Finney in the past:  ''Finney Binney, do not know what a Binney is....''    just for some silly reason we would say that to him.  Well, now we knew, it was the new name of his friend to come to live at our house! 

Binney Name Meaning. English (chiefly South Yorkshire): topographic name for someone who lived on land enclosed by a bend in a river, from Old English binnan ea 'within the river', or a habitational name from places in Kent called Binney and Binny, which have this origin.

She was very timid, emotionally damaged and high strung.. and would sometimes zone out, freeze in terror, or have flashbacks of the horrid place she came from.  When things frighten her, she will blindly run in any direction and not seem to hear or see us. That is why she can never ever be off a leash. We even double leash and harness her, just in case. She is easily frightened and even after two years of trying to socialize her, when meeting people, she just reverts back inside to a quivering bundle of nerves. 

Except for one granddaughter...  Chelsea.. who seems to bond with Binney and keep her comforted. From their first meeting, they have a special bond together. Actually both dogs do. They enjoy her visits and Binney does not run and hide in the corner or the closet like she does with other visitors. 

One time, not long after she came to live with us,  I heard Binney crying and whining in her sleep... and I looked over the edge of our bed. I saw Finney lean over and lick her face to calm her, and they both went back to sleep.  Yes, she needed us as much as we needed her. 

(they sleep at night together, alternating from one dog bed to the other,

and both get covered with little blankets that the grandkids made for them) 

We have talked with the folks in the Michigan Rescue and figured out that Finney's mom Daisy and our Binney are most likely sisters!!!! That makes Binney the Auntie and Finney the Nephew!

Daisy and Binney certainly seemed to recognize each other when we got them together at a later date. They are the exact same age and coloring, have the same mannerisms and quirks that their rough start in life bestowed on them.

Daisy on the left, Binney on the right

So our home has adapted to the loss of both Ducky and Duke..

and now we have these two goofballs

Finney and Binney.  

They are training us well.

We have made a big difference in their lives 

by adopting them to our home. 

And they have made a huge difference 

in our lives.  

I can not imagine us in a ''dog-less'' house.

Every day is full of exciting puppy fun

adventures and 

rambunctiousness

So this is a pretty good reason to celebrate these Gotcha Days! 

 Thank you to the 

Michigan Sheltie Rescue

Wisconsin Sheltie Rescue

Ginny and Ceora and Robin and Carol and Lisa

and all the other wonderful volunteers

for trusting these souls to our care. 

on edit... here is an article on where our dogs came from:
Seized shelties on the road to recovery