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| Name: |
Darla
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Age: |
Twelve years old
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| Gender: |
Female |
Breed: |
Border Collie
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| Home: |
Fort Wayne, Indiana, USA |
Introducing
Darla (also called Dee, Darla-Dee, Miss-Dee, Ol'Girl, Tweddle-Dee (because we have Tweddle-Dum - a big blonde oaf) and Big-girl).
Darla was an accidental rescue. The first time I saw her was in a empty lot
across the street from an apartment we where living in. The first thing I
said was "Poor Darling" which is how she got her name at the time it was
Diamond. She was just as sweet as could be, I got her into my back yard and
called the number on her tag. I came to find out that she was owned by a
couple that lived a few doors down across the street. Her owner seemed put
off that I called, and all she really said was "I cant pick her up until
after seven when I get off work". I didn't mind a bit keeping her till her owner
could come get her. So we brushed her, because she had burrs stuck in her
tail and I played with her and kept her company in the back yard, I had my
first son at the time and he was just over a year and not knowing her I
didn't want there to be any potential problems even though I knew she would
be ok with him. So 7:30p came around and her owner knocked on the door, she
was nice enough; but she went on for 45 minutes or so about how Darla was a
"bad dog", she won't stay in the yard, she's too hyper, she barks too much, she
had just got married and she didn't understand why 'Diamond' didn't get along
with her new husband's two boxers, which personally I didn't see it in her, but
not really knowing her I couldn't really say anything one way or the other.
So away she went home scolded the whole way down the street.
About a month later in August of that year (2007-ish?) we had some serious
rain and storms for weeks. My husband and I where sitting in the living room
watching tv, I believe it was about eight at night cause it was getting dark
and the subject of her came up. I said I kinda missed her, and like some
crazy prayer the motion light went off on out steps and up popped her head
over the bottom of the screen door, she was soaked. So we brought her in and
dried her off and she found her spot on the floor by the couch and I called
her owner again. This time she said that she wouldn't be able to get her till
after midnight. I knew at that point she wasn't going anywhere, so I sent my
husband to the store and he got her bowls and food. We waited for her owner
anyway and at about 1am we went to bed and she took her place on my side of
the bed and has been there ever since. We never heard from her owner again,
and we -never- had any problems with her leaving the yard (even when we
bought our house and played fetch in the yard before we had a fence) or not
getting along in general.
Darla is the epitome of a good dog, she saved our niece from falling out a
second floor window at my brother-in-laws house by barking and crying outside
till we all came out. She stopped a man from coming into my mother-in-laws
back yard, because he had drugs on him (found out after we called the police,
because she never growls at people.. except she did him.), she's protective
of my now three kids and three other dogs. She is a good girl. The thing is ...
We didn't save her, we believe that because of her personality that she would
have found any good home at that point, one that would have loved her almost
as much as we do. But she picked us, and I believe the universe was at play,
she's brought such a joy to our lives, and to everyone that knows her. She saved us.
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