Mum, Dad, my brother Michael: everyone in the family got more affection from our ridgeback-staffie cross. And guess whose bed she used to poo on…
I think the tone was set when Ella threw up over me on the way back from the Dogs Trust. She was three months old, rolling around on the back seat between me and my twin brother, Michael (we’d just turned seven), and wasn’t enjoying her first trip in a car. She could have been sick anywhere – over the seat, over the floor – but for some reason she decided to climb on to me first.
It was the start of a beautiful but strangely one-sided friendship. Ella, a ridgeback-staffie cross, was the perfect dog: playful, energetic, naughty and tolerant. She would let us poke and prod her without complaint, turn her ears inside-out or dress her up in T-shirts or the thick woollen poncho my Greek Cypriot grandma knitted her for the British winter. And she was endlessly loving, at least to the other members of the family. Me? Too often it was as if I didn’t exist. If Michael and I were sitting on the sofa, she’d bound up to him. If I came home after a day out with my dad, he was the one she’d jump at. If I tried to take her for a walk by myself, she’d drag her feet and insist that I fetch my brother.
To add insult to injury, about once a year she would do a poo in the house. Not just anywhere, though: she’d climb the stairs to my room and leave it in a neat pile on top of my bed.
I can’t pretend I wasn’t offended by Ella’s attitude – I loved her just as much as anyone. But it took me a while to realise that in her eyes we were both bitches fighting for our place in the pack. I read that dogs are 98.8% wolf, even yappy little chihuahuas. Ella was a definite she-wolf and my mother (she who opened the tin of dog food every night) was the undisputed alpha female. Ella could handle that fact, but she didn’t want to be the omega female. That was me.
Working out the reasons for Ella’s lack of sisterhood, understanding that her indifference was atavistic and not just casual, didn’t make me any less jealous of my brother, who always took great pleasure in the fact that Ella seemed to prefer him. But I resigned myself to the situation. And then one day (happy ending, anyone?) everything changed. I must have been 16 or 17, we’d been away for a fortnight in France, and when we got back it was me she ran up to first, whining and twisting with pleasure at seeing me again. After that it was like all those years of competition had never happened. We were best friends for ever, or at least for the couple of years she had left. Ella finally loved me.
As Contractions Begin, a 63-Day-Old Pregnant Stray Dog Scratches at the Vet’s Door, Begging for Assistance
The sight of the pregnant dog wandering the empty streets, looking for help, is a heart-wrenching one. She had been abandoned by her previous owners and left to fend for herself, but now the time had come for her to give birth. As her contractions intensified, she knew she needed help to bring her puppies into the world safely.
In her search for assistance, she stumbled upon a nearby resident’s house, and she immediately knew she had found a potential lifeline. She began to bark and whine, hoping to draw attention to her plight. The resident, hearing the commotion, came outside to investigate and found the pregnant dog in distress. They knew they had to act fast to help her.
The resident brought the dog inside their home, creating a warm and safe space for her to give birth. As the hours ticked by, the dog labored tirelessly, bringing new life into the world. One by one, her puppies emerged, each one tiny and perfect. With each new arrival, the resident marveled at the strength and courage of the dog, who had endured so much to bring her puppies into the world.
As the days went by, the resident and the dog formed a special bond. The dog, grateful for the help and care she had received, showered her rescuer with affection and love. And the resident, moved by the dog’s resilience and strength, made the decision to give her a forever home. She had proven herself to be a loyal and loving companion, and she deserved nothing less than a life filled with love and comfort.
The story of this pregnant dog is a testament to the strength and resilience of animals in the face of adversity. Despite being abandoned and left to fend for herself, she never gave up hope, and she found help when she needed it most. Her story also highlights the power of compassion and kindness, and the incredible bond that can form between humans and animals.
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