Growing up I had all these glamorous notions of adopting an abused dog and making it fall in love with me. Let me tell you, it is not glamorous. I used to volunteer at a local animal shelter and while leaving one day I passed by a new dog in a cage and stopped to check it out. She was brown, medium sized. curled up into a tiny ball and she WINKED at me. I fell in love immediately. My husband picked me up and I told him we were getting a dog.
We got her 2 days later and she was so shy but loving.
She has countless problems with anxiety, submissiveness, and just being a dog. We’ve gone for help and have called for more but it seems like every step forward we make is very tiny and is sometimes followed by a few back steps. It is so frustrating because we’ve had glimpses of the fun and loving sweetheart dog she can be and sometimes it seems we will never get there. It is such a production to get her outside to pee before we put her into her cage and leave the house that some days it is just easier to stay home. I feel like a prisoner in my own home sometimes.
She is part Border Collie and part Australian Shepherd so she is very smart. I can teach her tricks to perform very easily. Unfortunately since she is so smart, you can only trick her once and then she won’t fall for it. Sometimes I wish I got a less intelligent but equally cute breed. There are some days when I wish we could give her up. She escaped from her yard one days and I am ashamed to admit that a small part of me thought maybe someone would take her and keep her and I would have my freedom back.
But there are those days where she winks at me and my heart melts all over again and we are in love again.