This is Fiona! We adopted her from a local animal shelter. Since she was about 7 months old and kind of quiet, no one at the shelter seemed to notice her (everyone was focused on the bouncing puppies!). One look in those big, brown eyes, though, and I couldn’t leave without her! Duke loves her (and is so much happier now – he had a hard time when we lost Wendy), and she is settling in nicely. She’s roughly 60 pounds, but thinks she’s small – in fact, she’s curled up on my lap at this very moment.
She’s definitely the right dog for us, and at the right time. Sometimes I feel guilty about how attached I’ve become, since I had to lose Wendy to find Fiona, but I’m learning to separate the two (especially since I was equally attached to Wendy). Fiona is attached to me too – when I come home at night, she sticks to me like glue. If I stand still, she sits on my feet!
I hope to teach Fiona to go running with me. So far, she’s been pretty nervous to even go for walks, so I’ve been taking things pretty slow. She had a rough puppyhood in Puerto Rico (she’s a Sato!), so she can be a little timid and jumpy. Now that we’ve had her a few months, her confidence is improving so I hope to get her out on the roads with me once spring arrives!