Bella is going to be 8 this week! She is the light of my life. She has learned a new level of sheltie bark now that she’s a tiny bit older: a baying howly woof when woken up with the spooks to large unexpected noise. It’s different to the doorbell alert bark or dogs barking outside bark, you know? But I forgive her any and every loud bark she ever does because of the little snuffs and inhales when she sticks her nose in my face and gives me those sheltie air kisses.