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.
Sad shelter puppy becomes ecstatic when the firefighter who saved her shows up to adopt her
It’s a heartbreaking reality that some people can abandon their dogs, leaving them to fend for themselves in the harshest conditions. Yet, in the midst of these tales of abandonment and neglect, there are always shining examples of compassion and hope that remind us of the goodness in the world.
The story of Chunkie, a sad shelter puppy, is one such tale that warms the heart and reaffirms our faith in humanity.
Chunkie’s journey began in despair. She was chained and left exposed to the elements, a heartbreaking sight that no dog should ever endure. But fate had other plans for her, and her guardian angel appeared in the form of firefighter Mike Thawley from Sacramento’s Fire Station 14. When he stumbled upon Chunkie, weak, ill, and tied to a post in the pouring rain, he knew he couldn’t simply walk away.
Mike’s first act of kindness was to clean her up and ensure she received the immediate care she so desperately needed. He rushed her to the Front Street Animal Shelter, refusing to abandon her in her time of need.
Upon examination, it became clear that Chunkie had a severe case of mange, and her skin was in a terrible state. However, the dedicated staff at the shelter wasted no time in treating her ailments and providing her with warm clothing to protect her delicate skin. It was evident to everyone that Chunkie was immensely grateful for her newfound safety and care.
But what tugged at the heartstrings even more was the bond that had formed between Chunkie and her rescuer, Mike. Their connection was undeniable, and it was clear that Chunkie had grown fond of the firefighter who had saved her life.
The touching moment of reunion between Chunkie and Mike, captured on camera, melted hearts and brought tears of joy. It was a testament to the deep bond that can develop between humans and animals, forged through acts of kindness and compassion.
In a heartwarming twist to this tale, firefighter Mike Thawley decided to make Chunkie a permanent part of his family. It was a moment of celebration as Chunkie transitioned from a life of despair and uncertainty to one filled with love, care, and companionship.
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Chunkie’s story is a shining example of the difference one person can make in the life of an abandoned and suffering animal. It’s a reminder that compassion knows no bounds, and it can transform lives in the most unexpected ways.
As we celebrate this heartwarming rescue and reunion, let us also use it as a reminder of the countless animals around the world who need our help and compassion. By sharing this story, we can spread awareness and support for all dogs, reminding the world that every pup deserves a chance at a loving home.
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