7 years ago I became a foster mom to an 8 year old little Sheltie in need. The plan was to nurse him back to health so he could be placed in a loving home. As Spencer settled in with us and his health improved, I was too attached to let him go. Then he found his voice, and WOW what a voice it was. He barked like a seal! How that much volume could come out of that little guy didn’t make sense at all. That was how he barked from then on, and mostly he just barked for me when I’d come home (or if the other dogs were barking… ) He loved to be outside in any kind of weather. He would roll around in the snow with gusto. He could be such a little goofball. Spencer was a momma boy. People always thought he was a puppy because of his size. I am so thankful for all the years that he was mine.