'bout ten years ago I was doin' some volunteer work at a local open air amphitheater in a park when someone came along and dumped two dogs in the park. One of them, who got the new name of Sparky, came right on in The Shell and got food and water. The other dog was very skittish and no body could catch her, she wouldn't come near anyone either.
After almost a week, I took a pound of fresh ground beef and went to the part of the park I had last seen her. Her friend Sparky was with me when she spotted us and she could see that I was giving Sparky something to eat. Well, she came about 20 yards from the bench I had chosen and was watching real interested like.
I balled up a little bit of the ground beef and threw it about 17-18 yards out, she had to come closer to get it and when she looked up after eating it there was another one on the way. I kept doing this until she was just at arms reach and I was almost out of beef.
With the last bit I had, I held it out to her, when she reached out to sniff it I let it fall to the ground. She quicjkly bent down to eat it and I hooked my fingers through her coller real fast like. She pulled back and I told her "No". She paulled again and again I told her "No" and tapped the ground next to the last of the ground beef, asking if she wanted the rest of it. She ate the rest and I walked with her back to The Shell.
She was one of the best dogs I have ever had the pleasure of having.
I had to take her in and have her put down this afternoon and I will miss her for a long time.
She always acted like she was a grand lady and would try to boss me around at times. Everyone who knew her remarked on how smart she seemed and how friendly she acted. Those that didn't know her were frieghtened and would not come near unless I gave the ok and even then some wouldn't come within 20 feet of her. I could leave my front door wide open during the summer and strangers wouldn't even come on the porch, or rather, when she heard them start to come up the steps, they quickly went back down with her at the screen door.
Well I guess if you've read this far there should be a pic of the bossy heiffer. Bossy heiffer is the nick-name she earned as she grew older.
After almost a week, I took a pound of fresh ground beef and went to the part of the park I had last seen her. Her friend Sparky was with me when she spotted us and she could see that I was giving Sparky something to eat. Well, she came about 20 yards from the bench I had chosen and was watching real interested like.
I balled up a little bit of the ground beef and threw it about 17-18 yards out, she had to come closer to get it and when she looked up after eating it there was another one on the way. I kept doing this until she was just at arms reach and I was almost out of beef.
With the last bit I had, I held it out to her, when she reached out to sniff it I let it fall to the ground. She quicjkly bent down to eat it and I hooked my fingers through her coller real fast like. She pulled back and I told her "No". She paulled again and again I told her "No" and tapped the ground next to the last of the ground beef, asking if she wanted the rest of it. She ate the rest and I walked with her back to The Shell.
She was one of the best dogs I have ever had the pleasure of having.
I had to take her in and have her put down this afternoon and I will miss her for a long time.
She always acted like she was a grand lady and would try to boss me around at times. Everyone who knew her remarked on how smart she seemed and how friendly she acted. Those that didn't know her were frieghtened and would not come near unless I gave the ok and even then some wouldn't come within 20 feet of her. I could leave my front door wide open during the summer and strangers wouldn't even come on the porch, or rather, when she heard them start to come up the steps, they quickly went back down with her at the screen door.
Well I guess if you've read this far there should be a pic of the bossy heiffer. Bossy heiffer is the nick-name she earned as she grew older.
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