The Story of Me & Presents!

Frankie Furter has asked us to write our stories of our adoptings and we are happy to do that but

the story of me is a pretty much short one, because nobody knows where I was for two years before they found me out on the highway.  It was July, 2008 when I was picked up by the Animal Control people and I was just two years old.  They took me to the Animal Shelter and put me in a cage and that was that!    They took me outside a couple of times a day on a leash, but I didn't even know how to walk with a leash.  They fed me OK, but a cage is a hard thing to want to live in.

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  2 years 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. When she goes on errands, she takes me with her and I get to talk to lots of people and they tell me I am a nice dog, a pretty dog, and make me feel good.  This is what I look like now,

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 except for one. I am totally scared of summer storms, fireworks, and big booms.  She tries to help me overcome this, just by not being scared herself, but its very hard for me.  She says sooner or later she bets I will get over it.  She has faith in me!

Our friend Ann of Zoolatry made this Glamour photo of me and nobody but us has seen it, I don't think, but my Mom just loves it.

A little different would you say? Support rescue every chance you get, there are lots of good dogs like me just waiting, just waiting for you to point and say "That one!"

Love and kisses,

Stella

Peeess:

I was supposed to also write about what I would want to buy my Mom for a present.  I just didn't know what that would be so I asked her what she would want.  She said she wanted all my Dev-ocean for all the time there is.  So the deal is, I don't know what that is and if it costs green papers, she is out of luck.  I have to find out  more about this.  Your pal , Stella