Post by mourningdoves on Apr 18, 2017 21:36:44 GMT -5
I've name-checked our dog on here from time to time. She's difficult to photograph, but my wife got one yesterday that does a pretty good job of capturing her spirit.
This is an odd story. Our hound dog, Lily, died just about a year ago, basically of old age. I was devastated and really didn't want another dog just yet, but my wife felt like we were just rattling around an empty house. One night she walked into her sitting room and had a vision of a dog with a black face sitting there and smiling. She couldn't sleep, so she went on Petfinder to see who was there and saw a listing for Sarah (who was then going by the alias of Ziva), and she wrote to the person behind the listing. The person behind the listing wrote back and said, "This is crazy. I just got that dog and posted the picture about an hour ago, and it usually takes them that long just to proof the listing." So the next day, Ms. Doves told me, "I think we're getting a German Shepherd." Said I, "German Shepherds are for young, vivacious, energetic people. Do you know anybody like that?" She told me what happened on Petfinder. We're not woo-woo and we tend not to believe that the Universe is talking to us except to tell us to shut up, but sometimes decisions are made for you and you just gotta go with it.
So a month or so later, Sarah showed up in the back of a truck in a truckstop in northeastern Connecticut with three pages of pedigree papers and one page of the sketchiest medical records I've ever seen. Turns out that she was acquired by a back yard breeder in Arkansas, thrown out when she didn't produce enough pups from forced breeding, ended up in a shelter, was adopted by a nice family in Arkansas who lost their home when the father lost his job, and then was adopted by a police officer who later was assigned a police dog. Sarah and the police dog couldn't coexist. so Sarah ended up being sponsored by a rescue group and lived in one room in the police officer's house while the rescue group tried to find a new home, which was us.
When she got off the truck, I took the leash and she dragged me to my car. How she knew which car was mine, I'll never know. She was a complete head case, scared of everything. She's still a little scared of one of our cats, but she's settled in almost perfectly otherwise. We play tag and Jolly Ball (a volleyball-sized plastic thing with a hard-plastic fin on it, looking something like an obese angelfish) and puppy-in-the-middle. We've even had a couple of snowball fights, and she loves snow and New England winters. And that is the life and true adventures of Sarah the Shepherdess.
This is an odd story. Our hound dog, Lily, died just about a year ago, basically of old age. I was devastated and really didn't want another dog just yet, but my wife felt like we were just rattling around an empty house. One night she walked into her sitting room and had a vision of a dog with a black face sitting there and smiling. She couldn't sleep, so she went on Petfinder to see who was there and saw a listing for Sarah (who was then going by the alias of Ziva), and she wrote to the person behind the listing. The person behind the listing wrote back and said, "This is crazy. I just got that dog and posted the picture about an hour ago, and it usually takes them that long just to proof the listing." So the next day, Ms. Doves told me, "I think we're getting a German Shepherd." Said I, "German Shepherds are for young, vivacious, energetic people. Do you know anybody like that?" She told me what happened on Petfinder. We're not woo-woo and we tend not to believe that the Universe is talking to us except to tell us to shut up, but sometimes decisions are made for you and you just gotta go with it.
So a month or so later, Sarah showed up in the back of a truck in a truckstop in northeastern Connecticut with three pages of pedigree papers and one page of the sketchiest medical records I've ever seen. Turns out that she was acquired by a back yard breeder in Arkansas, thrown out when she didn't produce enough pups from forced breeding, ended up in a shelter, was adopted by a nice family in Arkansas who lost their home when the father lost his job, and then was adopted by a police officer who later was assigned a police dog. Sarah and the police dog couldn't coexist. so Sarah ended up being sponsored by a rescue group and lived in one room in the police officer's house while the rescue group tried to find a new home, which was us.
When she got off the truck, I took the leash and she dragged me to my car. How she knew which car was mine, I'll never know. She was a complete head case, scared of everything. She's still a little scared of one of our cats, but she's settled in almost perfectly otherwise. We play tag and Jolly Ball (a volleyball-sized plastic thing with a hard-plastic fin on it, looking something like an obese angelfish) and puppy-in-the-middle. We've even had a couple of snowball fights, and she loves snow and New England winters. And that is the life and true adventures of Sarah the Shepherdess.
