Lady arrived at our house on a spring day. We spotted her in a cotton field across the road from the house, herding two small pups with her as they traveled. With much persuasion, the nervous mom and her babes, finally came into the yard. We put down food and water. Lady hovered while the puppies ate, and only when they had their fill did she eat. She polished off the food and ate more. Then she looked up at me and bared her teeth. My first thought was that she was a vicious dog, but then I realized, she was SMILING!
We weren't going to keep the little family, but Lady just worked her way into our hearts. The pet store in town took the pups (one looked distinctly chow, the other a yellow lab) and Lady became a member of the family. She was a born mama, and took to mothering the other dog we had, and the kitties. One of the cats, Bootsie, became so enamored with Lady that she actually slept either snuggled up to her or on top of her.
Lady "smiled" frequently, from when she was greeted at the front door, to any time she'd misbehaved (like the time we had the basket of nuts on the table at Christmastime. We came home to find the basket demolished and most of the nuts shelled and eaten).
Lady was fiercly devoted to my mom, and when she moved into town from the country home, Lady went with her. She was a good watch dog and loyal companion.
Lady had a very bad habit of running out the door and bolting. This was the ultimate cause of her death. She ran out the back door of the house, out into the street and into the path of an oncoming pickup. She died shortly thereafter.
We weren't going to keep the little family, but Lady just worked her way into our hearts. The pet store in town took the pups (one looked distinctly chow, the other a yellow lab) and Lady became a member of the family. She was a born mama, and took to mothering the other dog we had, and the kitties. One of the cats, Bootsie, became so enamored with Lady that she actually slept either snuggled up to her or on top of her.
Lady "smiled" frequently, from when she was greeted at the front door, to any time she'd misbehaved (like the time we had the basket of nuts on the table at Christmastime. We came home to find the basket demolished and most of the nuts shelled and eaten).
Lady was fiercly devoted to my mom, and when she moved into town from the country home, Lady went with her. She was a good watch dog and loyal companion.
Lady had a very bad habit of running out the door and bolting. This was the ultimate cause of her death. She ran out the back door of the house, out into the street and into the path of an oncoming pickup. She died shortly thereafter.
Lady arrived at our house on a spring day. We spotted her in a cotton field across the road from the house, herding two small pups with her as they traveled. With much persuasion, the nervous mom and her babes, finally came into the yard. We put down food and water. Lady hovered while the puppies ate, and only when they had their fill did she eat. She polished off the food and ate more. Then she looked up at me and bared her teeth. My first thought was that she was a vicious dog, but then I realized, she was SMILING!
We weren't going to keep the little family, but Lady just worked her way into our hearts. The pet store in town took the pups (one looked distinctly chow, the other a yellow lab) and Lady became a member of the family. She was a born mama, and took to mothering the other dog we had, and the kitties. One of the cats, Bootsie, became so enamored with Lady that she actually slept either snuggled up to her or on top of her.
Lady "smiled" frequently, from when she was greeted at the front door, to any time she'd misbehaved (like the time we had the basket of nuts on the table at Christmastime. We came home to find the basket demolished and most of the nuts shelled and eaten).
Lady was fiercly devoted to my mom, and when she moved into town from the country home, Lady went with her. She was a good watch dog and loyal companion.
Lady had a very bad habit of running out the door and bolting. This was the ultimate cause of her death. She ran out the back door of the house, out into the street and into the path of an oncoming pickup. She died shortly thereafter.
We weren't going to keep the little family, but Lady just worked her way into our hearts. The pet store in town took the pups (one looked distinctly chow, the other a yellow lab) and Lady became a member of the family. She was a born mama, and took to mothering the other dog we had, and the kitties. One of the cats, Bootsie, became so enamored with Lady that she actually slept either snuggled up to her or on top of her.
Lady "smiled" frequently, from when she was greeted at the front door, to any time she'd misbehaved (like the time we had the basket of nuts on the table at Christmastime. We came home to find the basket demolished and most of the nuts shelled and eaten).
Lady was fiercly devoted to my mom, and when she moved into town from the country home, Lady went with her. She was a good watch dog and loyal companion.
Lady had a very bad habit of running out the door and bolting. This was the ultimate cause of her death. She ran out the back door of the house, out into the street and into the path of an oncoming pickup. She died shortly thereafter.
