My first Ibizan, Minny, was in the shelter for 3 weeks, which is 2 weeks ‘past the day’...
A worker there kept talking them out of killing her because she had a Saluki and knew Minny was ‘some kind of sight hound’, even though they called her a “whippet”.
I found her 10 minutes before they closed, on the last day of her life, as the supervisor simply couldn’t hold her, anymore.
For all that time, Minny hung out with the worker who had the Saluki but ‘went invisible’ every time anyone went by her kennel.
She’d ball up on her filthy blanket and present her back to everyone, not responding, at all.
I walked in, knelt down, poked my fingers through the chain link, said “hey, girl” and Minny got up off her cold blanket, walked over and *bit* me.
[What TOOK you SO long to get here, mom?] LOL
The two ladies started crying.
I was her last chance.
So I looked up at them and said “Get my dog outta this damn cage.”
They flipped out.
Much rejoicing and tears of joy.
Minny swaggered out to the counter and stood up, beside me as I signed her adoption papers and then went out the door, *and walked straight to my car*.
It was as if she had been waiting for *me*, all those weeks and intentionally made herself invisible to anyone else.
Later, I found out she had once belonged to my mother’s friend, who skipped town with her boy-toy and all her poor husband’s money, leaving Minny [then Marnie] loose in the yard.
Marnie/Minny had run away but stayed in the general area for weeks before the SPCA captured her.
Meanwhile, the husband had found her collar and tags, *still buckled*, along RT 40 and assumed she was dead.
*I* think she knew that was the way she had to take, to “find” me.
I was meant to have that dog.
Too many coincidences.
She was also the dog who stopped my ex from killing me, the last night he was here.
I had saved her and so she saved me.
Best dog, ever.
And nope, I do not care who thinks I’m crazy.
:D
You were. I think people who get into rescue get a crash course in it. Dogs know things that we could never begin to fathom. There are so many stories like this- too many, for there to be ‘’nothing to it’’. And they totally know, when their person is somewhere else- *exactly* what time they should be home, when they leave to come home, & when that car turns the corner. (Some cats have been known to do this, too- all of it)
I am amazed that anyone but Greyts are ‘’common’’ enough to be owned by several people in any given area. Besides the occasional Iggy or very rarely, a Borzoi, you just don’t see the other sighthound breeds here, outside of a dog show. I wish we did.