My friend Holly found this cute stray one day. She tried to catch this pup for a week: a week that rained 23 or the 24 hours in a day and for about 10 days straight. Holly finally caught this cutie on a Thursday before Memorial Day, and then told me I would have to take the stray or she would have to take her to the shelter and this pup would never make it. GUILT TRIP.
So I took this puppy home, and she HATED me. Well not just me, but she hated everything and everyone, she was so scared. She was about three months and had already been beaten and mistreated by people, scared for life. She has never really grown out of her fear of people.
It took me a week to come up with a good name for this baby. I wanted something special, she deserved something special after all the trauma she had already in her life. Well, nothing creative nor spectacular came to mind. So she was named after the street that Holly found her on, Ella.
We bonded after several months. She has a great sense of people, she knew who should and shouldn't be around. She disliked many of the gentlemen that I dated. Then cam along Troy. When Troy was around, her memory of her hero, mother, savior, was out the window. Still is for the most part. And most of all Troy sometimes seems to forget about me too when Ella is around. HA!
She is the one and only baby in this family and will be for a long time to come!
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| The night Holly caught her How could I resist? |
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| Learning the rules of the leash |
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| Spoiled rotten |
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| What? Did you say dinner? Walk? Let's GO? |
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| On guard No kitties getting our yard |
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