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.
Against All Odds: The Heartwarming Tale of a Tiny Roadside Survivor’s Courage and Triumph.
When we received an urgent call about Ollie, our hearts sank at the thought of a scared puppy fending for himself on the streets. Determined to make a difference, we rushed to find him and provide the comfort and safety he deserved.
Our search for Ollie led us through alleys and hidden corners, checking under tables, behind dumpsters, and in every nook and cranny until we spotted him.
Huddled beneath a table, Ollie was visibly frightened and alone. It appeared that his owner had heartlessly abandoned him to face the harsh realities of life on the streets. Our hearts went out to him, and we were determined to offer our help.
Speaking to Ollie with gentle reassurance, he began to trust us, though the fear still lingered in his eyes. Carefully, we lifted him up and transported him to our car, ensuring he was warm and comfortable on the way to the shelter.
At the shelter, Ollie received a thorough checkup, nutritious meals, and a cozy bed. With time, his physical and emotional wounds began to heal, and a glimmer of hope returned to his eyes.
As Ollie regained his strength, we guided him through the process of socializing with other animals and people. He learned to trust again, proving that he could not only receive love but also reciprocate it.
With Ollie’s remarkable improvement, we set out to find him a forever home with a family who would cherish and care for him. After a thorough search, we found the perfect match. The adopting family embraced Ollie with open arms and love, assuring us that he would have a lifetime of happiness in their care.
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