My lovely little fur baby, Ella, has made an appearance on this blog quite a few times now. I will dedicate this post to telling you, my dear readers, all about this wonderful little dog… I mean love of my life.
It was August 31st, 2002 when my boyfriend, John (now husband), and I went to the Austin SPCA to find what we thought would be a “large scruffy” dog. I always wanted a large dog because I just liked the idea of having something I could wrestle with and hug like a teddy bear. We walked all through the shelter and saw some pretty sweet dogs but none of them really seemed like the “one.” Right as we were heading out John says, “What about this one?” I look in the cage and there is this pitiful looking scruffy black and white dog all curled up in a ball. I can hardly believe I said this then but I mumbled something like, “No, she’s so small and sad looking.”
John saw something in that little sad thing and I knew we had to at least meet her and say, “hi!” So, we end up in the meet and greet room with a dog named “Squirt” and I’m thinking the whole time that there’s no way this is our dog. Right as John sits down in the room “Squirt” leaps into John’s arms and nuzzles her head into his chest… ladies and gentleman it was all over after that. Upon signing the paperwork for “Squirt” we found out that she had been returned to the shelter twice, abandoned at a vet’s office and most likely abused and she was only 11 months old. I immediately gave “Squirt” the name of Ella and quickly found out that night why she was named “Squirt.” She must have been holding her pee for a millennium because she peed a river in our house – and she was supposedly house trained. After finally ridding Ella of her nick-name we then spent many years working on helping her become a wonder dog extraordinaire that fears nothing.
I mean this dog literally blows my mind. She is one of the smartest dogs I have ever met. She knows all of her toys by name, she knows several key phrases and can literally sense that you may take her for a ride before you actually even give any signals that such a thing might happen. She used to be afraid of anything coming at her head and now she leaps through the sky, in the most crazy contortionist ways, to catch her frisbees. She loves squirrels and will run straight up a tree if you scratch on the wood and say “SQUIRREL” really crazily. Oh and she still nuzzles her head into our chest and gives us a hug in her own special way. This little girl of mine is almost 8 (sniff, sniff) and she still has the energy and enthusiasm of a puppy. I hope and pray that she gets to live her life so fully each and every day that she graces this earth.
So… here’s to you our dear Ella (aka – Mooshie) and all the amazingness and joy that you bring us day after day.
Notice how the right paw is clenched but she still has nice form
Pay close attention to those little legs in this shot below – uncrossed and then crossed, like a little ballerina.
Wow – I mean she’s got some serious air there.
Our little frisbee dog – go little frisbee girl go