Welcome to
HeartLight Shelties, the home of my four companion Shelties. They are
a joy to have around with personalities to spare. I also have two
senior Border Collies, Newt and Kelley, who add a lot spice to our
canine family. Next is Skyler from Imperial
Shelties and Quest too. Then there is Termite from Wistwin
Shelties, his name will need some explaining. Last, but not least,
is my tricolor boy, Chase from Wellington
Shelties.
All of my dogs
are either spayed or neutered
as per the agreements with
their breeders. I am not a breeder, but will be more than willing to
direct you to one. I tried breeding dogs many years ago when I was a
Junior Handler showing Alaskan Malamutes. We did all testing required
for that breed. When our show girl, who was never out of the ribbons,
was found to be unilaterally HD positive we stopped breeding
and switched to Shelties. Sadly, as you will read, all of my
Shelties oversized. I still hope some day to own a show
hopeful.
Our first
Sheltie arrived in 1992 when my mom, whose now deceased, brought home
Piper. He became U-CD Bluebell's Highland Treasure CD, HTs, JHDs, CGC/TDI. Piper opened the world of performance training and
competing for me. However, I must give my mom credit for getting Piper's
CD on him at the young age of 9 months. I had fun adding a U-CD to the
front of his name later. Piper also dabbled in herding and agility. He
almost finished his first agility title, but an injury ended that
endeavor. Still I was hooked on performance sports thanks to a lovely
blue merle Sheltie who lived until 12 years of age. He passed away
February 13, 2004. I plan to create a memorial page for Piper.
Skyler was our
next performance hopeful and then Quest followed soon after. I worked
them in agility and obedience with my best friend my mom, Sue Worley, at
my side. We had many a good time traveling together to shows and agility
trials. Skyler only needs one leg each on his CD and his NA. When I
stopped competing it was to care for my mom while she valiantly battled
cancer. Mom lost her fight with cancer September 10, 2003. I was
devastated. While I loved the dogs and cared for them daily, my desire
to compete was gone.
Right now, I
care for my dad who is 72 years old. He loves the dogs and helps out
with their care when I need an extra hand.
I hope
you will enjoy visiting each of the kid's pages. To see our Flickr Photo Stream go here.
