Anyway, when I worked for a local veterinarian there would be people bringing a stray in for shots or neutering. Many would be looking for homes for these animals. That is how I acquired Jessie. She was a beautiful, sweet face, soft eyed, mostly Lab dog. She had come to this person as a stray in the middle of winter and then proceeded to have a litter of puppies. She was barely a year old herself. The person bringing her to the vet was having her spayed and taking her to the Humane Society and they were going to find her a home. Well, she didn't get that far, I fell in love and took her home with me in the car that evening. I remember her sitting quietly in the passenger seat beside me, she looked at me with those soulful eyes and we fell in love.
Then next day the anesthesia wore completely off and I had an overgrown puppy romping through my flowers, following me around like I was her mother and running everywhere. She knew no boundaries. All my other dogs stayed in the yard or horse pasture, they knew their limits, they had learned them as little puppies. Jessie had no clue!
I remember watching her hunt in the horse pasture, she instinctively knew how to point a bird! I'd never seen anything like her attraction to birds, she would get real still, pick up that front foot and her tail was up and she would stand at perfect point attention. It was awesome to watch. Later she and my little Yorkie/cross dog would hunt mice together in the field. Jessie would smell them out and Gabby would make the kill. Hours later they would come in soaked from the morning dew on the grass and being exhausted they would sleep the rest of the day away.
Now Jessie has the rare privilege to be a house dog. I don't really like her in the house, I like having barn dogs too. She is just big and hairy and sheds year round. The little dogs in the house are another story and they don't shed. It is a constant effort in cleaning and you all know how I feel about that!
One Christmas Eve the dogs went out at chore time with us to feed the horses. When it came time to come in, Jessie was nowhere to be found. I called and called. We walked the road in front of our house in the dark, looking to see if she'd been hit. Calling and calling......... Nothing. Finally we gave up and went to bed, it would be morning Christmas morning before long.
|Hitching a ride is easier than running anymore.....|