Saturday, July 9, 2011
Personal Pet Story.......................editor BJ
My dog Stormy, who I miss greatly, was a very special dog. Stormy was a rescue from a very bad situation. She had been kept tied up under a building for several years in an area that flooded. The owner often forgot about her, so she seldom got fed. When I got her, she was already 10 years old and weighed only 46 pounds, which is very low for a Golden Retriever/Collie mix. Her coat had not been combed in ages, and was completely felted into a hard shell.
It took several days to slowly trim off that hardened shell of fur, but Stormy was a very patient girl. We fed her all she would eat, and slowly she recovered and started gaining weight. We had her treated for heartworms. She absolutely loved to be with me, and when I went to work, she would sit at the window and cry until I came home. Because it was driving my husband crazy, I started taking her with me to the gallery where I worked. She was content to lay behind the counter, and most people didn't even realize that she was there.
The last day of the season, the gallery was one of only two shops open in the complex, so it was a very slow day. A young man came in to the gallery, and was looking around in a way that seemed too fast to be browsing. He told me that he was looking for a gift for his mom. I made several suggestions, all of which he declined. Since it seemed that I wasn't going to be able to help him, I returned behind the counter. He came up to the counter and planted his hands down firmly, leaning across toward me. I was sure he intended to rob the store!
All of a sudden, Stormy leapt up and put her paws on the counter, nose to nose with the guy, and growled like I had never heard her growl ever! The guy's eyes got real big, and he squeaked "Nice dog" and bolted out the door, through the parking lot and across the highway. I was shaking as I went to lock the door to the gallery and call the police. Stormy never left my side the rest of the day, and we never saw that guy again. We closed up for the day after the police left. I am convinced that if it wasn't for her, the shop would have been robbed. The police officer agreed with me.
Stormy lived to the surprising age of 19 before crossing over the Rainbow Bridge. I tell people that the Good Lord gave her a whole second lifetime to make up for the first part that was so awful.
This story was submitted by Lisa Penosky of OBXPuparazzi on Artfire and OBXPuparazzi on Etsy.
Lisa is a retired nurse, and loves to sew. She enjoys creating dog bandanas and dog themed goodies for their people. She does craft shows and other dog related events.
BJ is columnist & editor for Personal Pet Storey and the new "Did You Know?" column for our blog. BJ loves animals and has a handmade jewelry & jewelry supply studio EXPRESSIONS on Artfire
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