How fortunate I was...
While wathcing Westminster in 1992, I saw my first Skye Terrier tear up the ring.
I have known of the breed from the story of Greyfriar's Bobby and after seeing the elegance and beauty that just graced the
television screen I new that some day I would share my life with a Skye.
After purchasing my home, I felt the time was right. I had been studying the breed from
information on the internet and understood that this breed is not correct for everyone, but had an idea that they were right
for me.
I am lucky to live in a state that has a responsible breeder of Skyes and I got in touch
with her. After several e-mails back and forth, I would meet the breed for the first time. During our meeting,
I met several wonderful adults. I was simply taken with one of the adult males. The personality of this dog was
astounding--his attitude, his looks...he had it all.
The breeder, Laura Weber of Laird O' Glen Skyes, went out to her van and brought in a most adorable baby boy. He was just six months old. And while he sat
in my lap the look from his eyes said it all...I needed him!
More e-mails were sent back and forth. Discussions were had and decisions
were made, changed and made again. This lovely boy would be coming into my home.
I wanted a Skye merely as a pet. Fortunately, I was taught how to show him competitively
and have not looked back. Now my life has changed. We share much more than the same birth date. My Skye
and I share the gift of being involved in the sport of dogs. We have numerous new friends, new explorations and most
importantly the love we share between us.
To learn more about Skyes please read on.
