I will openly admit that my favorite stories are rescue stories. This particular story is probably my all-time favorite, and maybe that's because she's a family dog. However, she wouldn't be a family dog if I hadn't been for Donna and her love of her dogs.
I can't even tell you how many dogs Donna has helped place, rescue, relocate, re-home, ect. So when one of her favorite pit-bulls needed a new home back in 1999, she pushed that girl on me. (which turned out to be the best turn of events in my life ever) From then on, I advocated for the breed and learned all I could. This is why, when my parents' neighbors found a stray pit-bull just a few years after I acquired my pit, I ended up being involved.
The neighbors had her in a kennel on their back porch. When we peeked inside, the little pup exploded with happiness and sprayed us with the blood, urine, and fecal matter she was covered in. (so gross). I HAD to bathe her. When we removed her from the kennel what we saw brought us all to tears.
A busted back leg that was deformed and not grown as the other legs, a busted shoulder, a broken bleeding tail, she was covered in briars and ticks, five 2inch scars around her neck, and an entire side of her body covered in cigarette and cigar burns. Well, at that point it was obvious her previous "owners" were no good. So we knew she'd need a new home, but we had to get her fixed up first. No one would take a dog in this condition and with major pending vet bills. But who would keep her for now?
I was living in an apartment with a 1 dog rule so my parents agreed to be temporary care-givers. We tested out her temperament, we slowly introduced her to my pit and my parents young lab. (she did great) And the neighbors all pitched in to help with vet bills which would make her an adoptable dog. Throughout this process, Donna and all at Digger Dogs kept an ear to the ground for possible new homes for this girl.
She won their hearts and the hearts of their entire neighborhood. She was fixed up just fine, both her shoulder and leg looking healthy as ever. Her 5 scars are mostly covered with hair at this point but she does suffer some rather unsightly skin conditions seasonally. She took years to overcome her fear of lighters and matches, and even longer to overcome her fear of bathtubs. (the most likely place to "bleed" a fighting dog in order to "prep" them for "pain tolerance" - sick, I know)
For the past 10 years she has enjoyed numerous trips to the beach, loads of camping trips, countless numbers of belly rubs, 1 skunk as a meal, the destruction of 3 expensive dog beds, countless pounds of table scraps, and a few escapes from her yard to romp around the neighborhood.
Briar Rose, as she was named, has an extreme fondness of the neighbors who found her and will often sit at the fence for hours waiting for them to come over and say hello. She seems to never have forgotten they were the ones who brought her to this great new home. She loves everyone and loves to be loved.
As for my mother's precious yellow lab, well, who do you think taught Briar Rose everything she knows? This oddball pair are about the funniest pair I've ever seen. The LOVE each other.
Thanks for reading, and thanks for sharing all your dogs' stories - keep 'em coming!