I realized I haven't posted a single picture of my first Sheltie ever, Travis. I was only 8 years old when we got him. He lived such a short life, he got hit by a car when he was only a year and a half. But during that year and a half I learned what true love was. I had never had a dog, and Travis taught me what unconditional love really was. We played basketball together, and he howled when I cried. He never left my side, he chose me over the my Mom or Dad. I still miss him to this day. Some time later we got our Sheltie Pepper, who was his brother, from the exact same parents. So he lived on in Pepper for many more years.

See where I got the one ear up and one ear flopped idea originally? Ironic all our other shelties had the same thing!

Love you Travis <3