This afternoon, we got a call from our friend and volunteer, Marie, who had been called by the Riverdale (UT) animal shelter, saying that the shelter was in posession of a blue merle Sheltie. So, off we went — because Barbara still can’t drive, I went with her — to see what they really had
When we walked into the office, the agent there had a very elderly, almost crippled (with arthritis) Australian Shepherd ("blue heeler"). I immediately said "That’s not a Sheltie!" and Barbara said that we’re Sheltie Rescue. The woman responded that this wasn’t the dog in question, that he was in the back, in a cage. We went into the cage area and found the dog — who had been shaved, except for his legs and tail.
He wasn’t obviously not a Sheltie, but not obviously a Sheltie, either. At first, I said "Sheltie mix", but a closer examination almost changed my mind, especially since he had some behavioral similarities. But the broadness of his muzzle coupled with the shortness of his body made us conclude that this guy was actually a mix (probably, IMHO, half Sheltie and half Jack Russel Terrier). So, with mixed emotions, we declined to accept him.
That was OK, it turns out, because another organization, a non-kill shelter called Wasatch Humane, had already agreed to take the dog in if we didn’t.
What a relief! The dog’s safe, and we don’t have to add to our pack.
Well, we were expecting a Sheltie girl to be relinquished to us today, but we haven’t heard from the relinquisher, so who knows…