Whirling Dervish

For two days, Snowflake, aka Sierra, has been bouncing off the walls. She is a regular whirling dervish and a silly one at that. I don't know if she's run out of steam, or just decided to bring it down a notch.

Could be jet lag caught up with her. Even puppies rest eventually. I love that side of puppies. Face it she was vetted and pulled from the shelter, flew with three different pilots for Pilots N Paws, overnighted in one household, and them came to ours. Then moved from our "summer" home to our Grand Island home. No wonder she's exhausted.

She's learning to go into the kennel. At first it was like wrestling a marlin. But, thanks to Bacon Strips its getting easier. Right now she's sleeping on the love seat, covered up with a blanket. Tell me she isn't well loved.

For those who wonder, she was a breeder surrender. Pups that don't get sold in a timely fashion end up dumped in the country or in shelters. We think she ended up there because of the markings on her face. One eye is ringed in brown fur. The other is not. That creates the illusion that one eye is larger than the other. It's taught me to make sure I put eye liner on both eyes so I don't look unbalanced. It seems rather fitting for us, as a number of our fosters have been slightly imperfect in terms of appearance. In reality she is entirely perfect just the way she is. Or maybe we see the world, and our fosters, in love colored glasses.

Either way, as the dust of this dervish' arrival settles, we find joy. And humor, and training challenges, and pleasure. It never ceases to amaze me how much love helps them blossom.