“Shadow awoke with a snort and promptly leapt all over Wendell, and he paused to pet and coddle the dog into submission before helping Lilja set the table. Supper was a noisy affair, for Margret likes to talk almost as much as Wendell when in familiar company, and Shadow was delighted by the presence of so many of those he loved, and snuffled up to each of us by turns, whining excitedly.” DogShadowLoved OnesHappy Soul Book:Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales Source: Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales
“Now, Shadow has never been fond of clothing, but he seemed to sense the importance of this particular imposition on his dignity, and held still while Wendell measured and draped him in iterations of what became a fine coat. It was a soft, velvety black, embroidered with a kingly amount of silver, which Wendell somehow made from a handful of the silver buttons I had found. He had decided to make Shadow intimidating--- to which I did not object, knowing this would lessen the dog's embarrassment--- and so he had taken tendrils of fog and attached them to the cloak like billowing ribbons, so that Shadow seemed to carry a mist with him everywhere like the spectral beast that he is. Together with the glitter of the silver, the effect was--- well, mythic.” DogShadowSilverFogGrimDressed UpFairy MagicCloaked Book:Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales Source: Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales
“As soon as I opened my eyes, my vision was obscured by a large quantity of black fur, a cold, wet nose, and an enormous tongue. I was not offended at all--- quite the contrary--- and let Shadow lick my cheeks before burying my face in his neck. "Poor dear," I murmured. "There, there--- you needn't worry about me leaving you again!" He has been like this each morning since my return, but I can scarcely object. I missed him as much as he missed me, and have vowed never again to venture anywhere he cannot follow.” DogShadowGrimReunited Book:Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands Source: Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands
“Somehow, one of the women found time to knit a jacket for Shadow which, combined with the other gifts, left me unaccountable flustered---given my companion's size, it would have taken her hours. Bambleby and I entertained ourselves at the cottage by coaxing a recalcitrant Shadow into his new raiment, which was patterned with flowers and equipped with a jaunty hood. The dog hung his head in abject embarrassment until his tormentors deigned to relieve him of this woolen pillory, and he spent the next hour pointedly ignoring me.” DogJacketHoodiePoor Baby Book:Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries Source: Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries