My Dog's Name
Billie
When I Adopted My Dog
SHE adopted me when she was two weeks old, barely opened her eyes, in 1998.
Where I Found My Dog
My dog was born in my mother's barn when a stray chose it to bring her babies into the world. Her mother was a Border Collie mix who met a Rottweiler and the rest is history.
About My Adopted Dog
What to say about this remarkable entity who has shared my life for 12 years and whom I am having to give up tomorrow because the vet can do no more for her. She is part Rottweiler, part Border Collie mixed with something else, and as with most Border Collies, she sees me as her sheep and herself as my protector, still "herding" me from room to room even now. Where I am, she has to be, even when she is outside, she is under the house where I am. She has the brains of the Border Collie, the protectiveness of the Rottweiler, and the sweetness of some German Shepherd that lurks in her blood, loves kids, hates cats.
My Dog's Adoption Story
Billie was born in my mother's barn on my father's birthday, February 13, 1998, part of a litter of Rottweiler/Border Collie Mixed. I had decided to get another Schnauzer, but God laughed and gave me this bundle of sweetness. When she was two weeks old, I picked her out and began socializing her until I could take her home. The first time I picked her up, my heart was hers, and when I put her back in the nest, she growled at me. I took her home when she was six weeks old and a ball of fluff. She became my best friend and I became her sheep, what she was put here for, to protect me from perceived dangers and love me unconditionally. I've had her for 12 years and she has been there for me unconditionally through good times and bad, only asking to be with me and loving me in return. She grew up with cats, but doesn't like other cats, loves kids, but not other dogs with the exception of a couple. She didn't like motherhood, taking care of her babies until they got teeth and then handing them off to me to take care of except for feeding. Now she has gotten older, has lost part of her hair, is partially blind, and has lost the ability to walk well, but never has she lost the ability to give love and patience with this "sheep" who thought she had adopted a puppy, but was adopted herself. If you believe as I do that God smiled on the humans he had created and decided to give a part of himself with unconditional love in the form of a dog, spelling His own name backwards in blessing, then you know the wonderful loving blessings I have had with my Billie. Tomorrow I will take her to the vet for her last trip, releasing her to run free in a place where other pets wait for their masters to come someday. No, it isn't easy for me to do, my heart is breaking as I write this, but when we get a dog, we know that it is only on loan from God and that we will have more love in that short lifetime than ever again.
Advice
- Mixed breed dogs are so amazing, especially if you take time to learn about the different dogs inside and what makes them the way they are.
- Just love this wonderful creature that chooses to love you even when times are tough.
- Make sure you neuter your dog, there are enough puppies and especially older dogs who are put down every day.
- Make sure your dog is a member of your life, give them the same manners you would demand from yourself.
- Accept that dogs don't live by human rules, they make their own and will even love and protect the person that mistreats them because dogs are pure love unlike humans.
