When I saw Skylar’s scruffy little face on the Animal Friends website back in December, accompanied by his description as a “high energetic guy who needs lots of exercise who likes to sneak treats off counters,” I knew I wanted him. Immediately. I can’t tell you why other than there was something about his curious eyes and the tilt of his head , and the fact he’d been at the shelter for four months. Adopting from a shelter was actually pretty far outside my comfort zone – my dad is a bird hunter which meant throughout my life we’ve put deposits down with reputable breeders and, when the litter comes in, gone to pick out our puppy. I am used to bringing puppies home, all small and snuggly and determined to chew the house apart. But as soon as I saw Skylar’s photo I was convinced he was our dog. The bigger problem was convincing S. Fortunately for me, the website claimed Skylar was mostly a smooth collie, and if there is anything S. loves, it’s a collie. I sent him the link to Skylar’s page after a very intelligent discussion about how we had just moved into our house and we were hosting Christmas for God’s sake and we couldn’t just go adopting a dog, and if he was still available in January maybe we’d go look, we awoke the Saturday before Christmas, tree up, shopping done, groceries purchased, and S. grumbling “Well, we might as well at least go look at that damn dog.” And so we did. And we loved him. And we brought him home, and while he certainly has a few anxiety issues, it was one of the best decisions we ever made. Skylar is the best company – seriously, the best. He has totally won me over on the whole adopting a grown dog from a shelter thing. He has a few irrational fears that paralyze him still, like garbage day, the bringing of outside things in (I brought in a bunch of our plants since it was supposed to frost the other night and oh, holy hell), much of Liberty Avenue, but for the most part he has overcome all of the others, like stairs, and the dishwasher, and the grill.
S. swears he is practically purebred with little or no mutt in him, but the majority of people who encounter Skylar beg to differ. It irks S. a little bit because he recognizes Skylar’s behavior as collie behavior and his markings are very consistent with blue merle smooth collies, but there isn’t one person who has looked at Skylar and said Oh! Blue merle smooth collie! Of course! Guesses as to his heritage have run the gamut from greyhound to beagle to shephard to spaniel. I don’t care what he is – what he is, is just so sweet, but S. is convinced he is collie and that is good enough for me. For now, I leave you with some pictures – feel free to draw your own conclusions!