Thank you for sharing your story. It’s great that she survived in the shelter - - it’s like she was meant to be with you. I’m so glad the dog saved you and that it seems that you’re in a better place now. Dogs become an integral part of the family and become almost like a child. I suspect you’ll see her again some day. God bless you.
The ladies at shelter said it was weird.
She never once got up to look at anyone who came to see her.
She just laid on her blanket and ignored them, with her back turned.
When I came in, I squatted down and put my fingers through the wire.
She got up, walked over and BIT my finger!
The women were devastated.
They thought she’d blown her only chance.
I looked up from where I was sitting and said “Get my dog out of this damn cage.”
There was much rejoicing.
:)
When I got her home, it got even weirder than that.
My mom “recognized” her which was impossible due the breed’s rarity.
So mom said “Marnie” and the dog turned and glared at her.
Turns out the dog belonged to mom’s friend who had run off with her husband’s money and gone to Chicago, leaving the dog behind.
“Marnie” left the yard after a few weeks and her still-fastened collar was found along RT 40 but she herself had really not gone far from her house.
The SPCA picked her up about a half mile from there where she’d been running loose and surviving on her own.
So many crazy things had to all work together for us to be together.
I don’t get a newspaper but by dumb luck, I bought a Sunday paper one week, which had her and all the other shelter dogs up for adoption.
And then, it was a few days after my birthday which was important because otherwise, I’d have not had money to get her, the ex being such a stingy control freak.
[yes, there was arguments there but that little bit of money was mine and so was she, now]
*Way* too many ‘coincidences’.
At the time, I had no idea how many times and ways she was to save me.
I really loved that dog.