Six twinkling eyes peered down through the spindles of the pet gate as I removed my shoes in the tidy entry. When I began to climb the stairs, dancing paws and wiggling bottoms stirred the dust motes in the sun-drenched living room. Miranda Lowenson opened the gate for me as her husband, Brian, wrangled the pack.
First to sniff my pant legs was Sula, the “little she bear,” a miniature Australian shepherd with a riot of black, brown and white fur. Her sibling, Grizzly, was gray where she was black. He eyed me up with one blue and one brown peeper then licked my face as I bent to pet him. Brian released his hold on an exuberant two-year-old with the coloring of a black mouth cur. Nitro, nearly twice the size of the Aussies, was double the force of happy.
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