Thanks!
She has a wild story behind her, too.
In Merced CA, a Portguese hunter dumped her and her sister Darby in the desert, to either starve or be eaten by coyotes.
They were about 6 months old.
A kill shelter managed to catch them but they were still in danger as the Ibizan Hound parent club did not rescue ‘breed variants’.
*However*, a member of the club drove *8 hours* to snag the sisters, on her own dime and took them to no-kill shelter in southern Cali.
Long story short, I started a benefit auction, donating my own artwork, to gather the $1500 necessary to get them out and in forever homes.
Soon, others donated artwork and other items and I had enough.
It took almost 2 months, but “Tangerine and Marmelade” were soon on a plane, destined one for me in Maryland and the other, to a dear friend/dog rescuer in Omaha NE.
Gypsy had severe, congestive double pneumonia and for two weeks, I was not sure that I wouldn’t lose her.
But she lived, much to my ever-lasting joy.
Until I bought Seven, the Dobe, Gypsy was my “most expensive” dog, ever, 99% of the rest being “normal rescues”.
She still has psychological scars from her time in the desert, dodging coyotes.
If she’s sitting somewhere and I nudge her with my foot or she feels as if I’m “intimidating” her, somehow, she goes all Wolfen. LOL
I cut her the break.
Poor little pup has gone through an awful lot.
:-) Wow. What a story. Sometimes, I wish they could talk & then sometimes, I’m so grateful they can’t. What perfect names.
They can go million dollar dog pretty quick, but it is sooo worth it. It’s so painful when all the money in the world couldn’t fix what they need.