Norwood is looking for us to post our rescue stories. I am happy to do that, but mine isn't very long or dramatic!
In October of 2008, I had been in the slammer for three months! That is an awful long time to a 2 year old pup. I am mixed Border Collie and Labrador (a Borador!) and I had lots of energy and no where to spend it. This is what I looked like:
One day my to-be Mom came into the Shelter to help around and had no thoughts of taking a pup home. Her 16 year old Scottie Otis had passed two years ago and she thought she wouldn't have another dog.
(I fixed that right up!) She didn't even look at me that first day. The second day, she did start to think about getting another dog. She stopped right in front of my cage! She told one of the helpers that she had given it some serious thought and decided she wanted a medium sized female with a good disposition. She wanted a dog that she wouldn't have to dress up in a little outfit just to go for a walk. Then she asked this question: Does this female have a good disposition? The helper said, she did, she was wonderful when she first came in, but she gets more depressed and sad as the days go on. Then my Mom said, I will take her! So I got operated on, and then adopted to my Mom. After three months in jail! My Mom asked why no one looked at me and the woman said because a lot of people don't like black dogs! Is that sad or what?
So, I have been here a year and a month, I love my Mom and she loves me. My Mom is profoundly deaf, so I can help her with the door knockings and when the phone rings.
I love my home, and my new bed, and even that dumb cat Ali Z is not so bad anymore. I am a good girl who stays out of trouble because thats the way I like it and Mom does too. When my Mom said she would take me, she never opened the door to my cage, or took me for a walk or petted me. She just looked at me and Knew I was the right one. We have worked out any problems we may have had. If you want to see what I look like now, here is a pic of me on the back porch!
Love and kisse,