Indy is my sister Sarah's first love... and Sarah is Indy's reason for living. Sarah got Indy when he was just over 6 months old - he'd spent his whole life in a kennel and didn't even know how to walk on a leash. The morning after the day Sarah got him, my mother went into her room to wake her up, only to find baby Indy, a fluffy ball of shiba puppy, standing over her on the bed and growling softly at my mother, clearly guarding Sarah from any disturbance. Then, as Sarah woke up, he transformed back into a happy, goofy puppy, licking Sarah's face and greating Mom with a happy tail wag. To this day Indy follows Sarah everywhere and, when she goes into a room where the dogs aren't allowed, curls up against the door to await her return. The first time Sarah left for college, Indy spent almost a week curled up by the front door - I wish I'd been there to see their reunion when she came home that time!
Indy, age 12, watches over a couple of his great-grandkids.
Sarah and Indy at the dog shows.
Sarah with Indy on the table about to be examined by the judge, and Indiana moving for the judge.
Indy in the back yard, trying to decide which toy to play with next.
Sarah and Indy (and Belle in the right picture) on top of Mt. Layfayette.