The other day someone asked if I still had Sandy. Yes, indeed! We just didn't bring her with us in the truck because there was no room. We did, however, end up bringing her home. Although she's the family's dog, her heart belongs to my daughter, Sheila. Sheila is the first person she made contact with. Incredibly, we now know the story of how she came to live with us too.
The other day, my daughter had some friends over. My daughter and Sandy ran out to meet them and, instead of being a guard dog, Sandy jumped right into the car with them as they opened the door to get out. My daughter was shocked. The friends exclaimed, "that's Seven!"
It seems that one of her friends was Sandy-Seven's previous owner. He had been out of town for the last year and the dog had been missing since last April from his parent's house.
So, did they want her back? Sandy jumped back out of the car and ran right back to my daughter. It's so obvious the connection between her and my daughter that there was no way they'd get her back even if they did want her. They were very glad to see she found herself a good home.
Another day, Sheila took Sandy-Seven over to her old house for everybody to see her. The mother loved all over her and the other dogs romped around with her and they even have a cat which explains how she is so well behaved with all my animals. However, although she was back home, it was just a visit. She chose to stay by Sheila's side while they visited.
The story- she was named Seven because she was the seventh puppy in the litter. They showed Sheila some puppy pictures. A year or so ago, she had become pregnant. Somehow she ate rat poison and lost the puppies (all stillborn). She was so sick/upset that she ran away. They thought she died. They were so thankful to see her fully recovered and happy. Her old home is across the highway and a total of about ten miles from our house. It seems that Sheila has been to the house years ago when Seven still lived there although Sheila doesn't remember. I'll bet Sandy remembered her. Isn't that romantic? I like to think that she was so distraught and sick that she ran away to recover (or die) and ended up at our place because she recognized Sheila's scent. What do you think? Now this could be a children's book, huh?