Sherry first met Mollie, a healthy, four-year-old sheltie, when she was contacted by her veterinarian and childhood friend. Mollie was scheduled to be euthanized because her owners had requested it—Mollie simply “wouldn’t listen to them”—but the vet was horrified by their request and decided to find Mollie a new home. She knew of Sherry’s love for the breed and hoped the family would adopt Mollie.
Ellen Gilman graduated from the University of Maryland and spent ten years working for a major retailer. For the past fifteen years, she has worked alongside her husband, running their family-owned business, which allows her to spend time with her five grandchildren. Ellen lives in Maryland with her husband and their two rescued shelties, Annie and Luke.
APRIL 1986. Sitting in our den, I was thinking of the old saying I learned as a child: “April showers bring May flowers.” Well, if that was true, we should have lots of flowers this spring. It was pouring outside. I could hear the rain hitting the roof while I lounged on the sofa in our small den.I was getting ready to watch my favorite Wednesday night comedy show. To my right there was a large window, and through it I could see streaks of rain running down the glass.I heard the wind blowing, and I knew if I were able to see outside, I would see the raindrops landing on the budding trees before they fell to the ground. There was a chill in the air, and inside our house it felt damp and cold. I laid our plaid blanket over my legs, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV.