Mum, Dad, my brother Michael: everyone in the family got more affection from our ridgeback-staffie cross. And guess whose bed she used to poo on…
I think the tone was set when Ella threw up over me on the way back from the Dogs Trust. She was three months old, rolling around on the back seat between me and my twin brother, Michael (we’d just turned seven), and wasn’t enjoying her first trip in a car. She could have been sick anywhere – over the seat, over the floor – but for some reason she decided to climb on to me first.
It was the start of a beautiful but strangely one-sided friendship. Ella, a ridgeback-staffie cross, was the perfect dog: playful, energetic, naughty and tolerant. She would let us poke and prod her without complaint, turn her ears inside-out or dress her up in T-shirts or the thick woollen poncho my Greek Cypriot grandma knitted her for the British winter. And she was endlessly loving, at least to the other members of the family. Me? Too often it was as if I didn’t exist. If Michael and I were sitting on the sofa, she’d bound up to him. If I came home after a day out with my dad, he was the one she’d jump at. If I tried to take her for a walk by myself, she’d drag her feet and insist that I fetch my brother.
To add insult to injury, about once a year she would do a poo in the house. Not just anywhere, though: she’d climb the stairs to my room and leave it in a neat pile on top of my bed.
I can’t pretend I wasn’t offended by Ella’s attitude – I loved her just as much as anyone. But it took me a while to realise that in her eyes we were both bitches fighting for our place in the pack. I read that dogs are 98.8% wolf, even yappy little chihuahuas. Ella was a definite she-wolf and my mother (she who opened the tin of dog food every night) was the undisputed alpha female. Ella could handle that fact, but she didn’t want to be the omega female. That was me.
Working out the reasons for Ella’s lack of sisterhood, understanding that her indifference was atavistic and not just casual, didn’t make me any less jealous of my brother, who always took great pleasure in the fact that Ella seemed to prefer him. But I resigned myself to the situation. And then one day (happy ending, anyone?) everything changed. I must have been 16 or 17, we’d been away for a fortnight in France, and when we got back it was me she ran up to first, whining and twisting with pleasure at seeing me again. After that it was like all those years of competition had never happened. We were best friends for ever, or at least for the couple of years she had left. Ella finally loved me.
A Heart-Wrenching Ordeal: A Dog’s Suffering, Chained, Malnourished, and Thirsty on a Balcony
Owning a pet is a significant commitment that entails a substantial responsibility for their safety and well-being. These living beings are entirely reliant on their owners for care and protection.
Recently, concerned citizens stumbled upon a heart-wrenching scene, where a dog dangled precariously from a balcony, teetering on the brink of tragedy. Fortunately, a swift rescue mission prevented any harm from befalling the desperate canine.
What they encountered on that balcony, however, shocked them more profoundly than the impending disaster itself. The dog, a German Shepherd, was discovered alone on the balcony of an apartment in Egypt. What added to the distressing scenario was the revelation that the dog had endured days of being tethered to the balcony without access to food or water. It appeared famished, and its leap from the balcony seemed to be a final, desperate bid to escape the deplorable conditions.
Regrettably, a chain bound the dog’s neck, rendering it incapable of freeing itself. The poor animal was left hanging over the balcony, choking and helpless. Even if not for the chain, the height of the balcony, three stories above the ground, would have posed a grave risk to the dog.
Miraculously, a man heard the anguished cries of the German Shepherd and rushed to its aid. Another neighbor had already attempted a rescue but had been unsuccessful. With the newcomer’s assistance, they managed to retrieve the dog back onto the balcony.
It was evident that the chain had inflicted severe lacerations on the dog’s neck, although, fortunately, they were not life-threatening. The living conditions on the balcony were nothing short of deplorable, with the dog confined amidst its filth, deprived of both sustenance and hydration.
The dog, with lacerations on its neck from the constricting chain, was subsequently transported to the Egyptian Society for Mercy to Animals shelter. Here, it received the necessary medical attention for its injuries and underwent treatment for any illnesses or ailments it may have acquired during its harrowing confinement. Skilled veterinarians successfully mended the lacerations and administered the care needed for a full recovery.
After a few weeks of treatment, the German Shepherd, now named Bella, was transferred to the Special Needs Animal Rescue & Rehabilitation shelter. From there, she embarked on a journey to the United States, where a loving family had eagerly adopted her. Showered with the love and compassion she deserved, Bella could finally heal from the trauma of her past life in the grim balcony confinement.
Bella made a remarkable recovery and found contentment with her new family. She became a cherished companion to her new guardians and an integral part of their household, leaving behind the horrors of her previous existence on that unforgiving balcony.
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