Our beloved furiend Shandy, aka Sandwiches, came by for a visit yesterday. Shandy is a rescue dog found wondering the streets as a pup. Within a couple of days, Shandy was found by a friend of M's who gave her her forever home. Shandy's got it made. She is loved and cared for. Her new family did not care about trivial details, like breeds, but they've been wondering and even toyed with the idea of getting a DNA test. I also recently heard that Shandy is on a diet of best quality kibble along with boiled chicken and lots of veggies. I wish M would cook for me like she used to, but apparently she only cooks when I'm sick. In any case, here's our Shandy when she came over to visit:
Shandy when she got to our home for a visit. She is always clean and well groomed.
Isn't she stunning?
The brindle chiweenie and I were a bit hesitant about greeting her at first,
but she's got such a kind smile.
We played a lot and marked our entire yard as if it wasn't ours. We drank fresh water out of our pond and ran and ran . . . It was so much fun!
Here's Shandy again, this time before her departure.
Tsk-tsk, what a dirty dog. Doesn't her mom every bathe her?
Come visit soon, Sandwiches!
Shandy's mom coincidentally figure out her breed. Shandy is no designer dog. She looks therefore she must be an Icelandic Sheepdog! Good thing she didn't attempt to herd the Twink. I may be tiny, but I do not get bossed around. So, Shandy's not even a designer dog. Now, we can't help but wonder, what was an Icelandic Sheepdog doing roaming the streets of Pasadena as a stray. Humans!