It is truly the best season for sunrise light. As the sun peeks over the eastern hills, it casts a deep red hue on the entire world, including Shyla. Her shadow chases her as she runs to me. This quality of light happens only near the winter solstice.
I now almost constantly get comments from my fellow trail users about how Shyla is transformed. When we first adopted her, she'd hide whenever another person appeared on the trails because she was scared of them. If I didn't point out where she was hidden, the other person wouldn't even know that I had a dog with me.
By contrast, now, she wants to meet almost everyone and even occasionally jumps on someone. Because my neighbors have known Shyla since the beginning, they treat her with incredible kindness even though a jumping dog is usually not a welcome dog. They know that it's a sign that Shyla has come so far.
Look at those clear and honest eyes. They reflect her heart of gold.