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My basic info
Breed
Australian Cattle Dog
Color
White - with Brown or Chocolate
Age
Young
Size
Small 25 lbs (11 kg) or less (when grown)
Weight
–
Sex
Female
Pet ID
–
My details
Good with kids
Good with dogs
Shots current
Spayed / Neutered
Housetrained
My story
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Here's what the humans have to say about me:
It was freezing the morning that I found her. The rain was pelleting down and the weather man on the radio had just informed me that the wind chill was 21 degrees. It felt miserable out as I drove down the freeway. I had just exited when I saw her. Had she not stood up to shake off the sleet that had started to encase her, I might not have noticed her at all. I kept driving, wondering if this couldn’t be the ONE time it was someone else’s job to help? I went around the corner to my destination and hoped, silently, that when I got out someone else would have stopped. My rescue is full. I don’t have enough room. There are too many mouths to feed and too many heads to pet as it is. After I finished my appointment I pulled around to see if she was still there. It was hard to spot her. She lay in an embankment between a highway and two busy roads. She lay there silently watching the cars zoom past as the freezing rain continued to beat down on her. She was using some left over construction materials as a make shift shelter. It took me a bit to analyze the situation and find the safest means to catch her. I didn’t want to risk scaring her in to the traffic. I stood at the top of the hill and yelled at her to get her attention. Immediately her head raised and her tail wagged. I dropped to my knees. “Here puppy, come here puppy, sweet puppy,” I said. In my head, I thought, “it is okay if you don’t want to come. I will just call animal control. You really don’t have to come.” (It is the same mantra I repeat internally every time I stop to try and help a dog. I want to help but our shelter is always busting at the seams and so I always hope I can wash my hands of taking in another and not feel guilty, it would have been her choice after all.) The more baby talk I gave the more her tail, which was tucked tightly between her legs, wagged. She started up the hill, slithering like a snake on her stomach. All the while the rain came down and the wind blew. Bit by bit she crawled on her tummy until she was three feet from me. She would come no further so I placed my chest on the cold wet ground struggling to reach out to her… hoping that by being lower than her I could convince her that I was okay and she could trust me. I got my hands around her neck and grabbed her up and quickly threw her in my car. The entire drive she shook and whined softly. I stopped and bought her some food, heaven knew how long she had been out there and I could hear her stomach grumbling. She gobbled it up gratefully and cast the most loving set of eyes on me then placed her head in my lap. Had she wandered to that spot by herself? A roaming dog seems to like to keep roaming so it seemed odd that she had settled down there. Had someone dumped her and she sat there devotedly waiting for their return? That almost felt more logical. I have no way of knowing for sure. However, I have had her here with me for several days now and she is by far one of the most grateful, appreciative, loving, dogs that I have ever rescued. She is glued to my side. She would follow me anywhere… well, until my 3 year old comes along and then she would choose him over me every single time. As I type this, she is pretending to sleep on the couch while my son hops over her. She doesn’t mind. She seems to appreciate even that.
UPDATE: Eliza is doing really well. She has been spayed and is heart worm checked. She is housebroken and uses a doggy door. She is even learning to play with the other dogs. Every night Eliza sleeps with my 10 year old son. His only complaint is that she tries to hog the blankets. I am not sure there is a more perfect dog than Liza. She is extremely, extremely sweet and just basks in any attention you can shine down on her. We all love her and want her to find a really wonderful home that matches her wonderful temperament.
