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Chica came to us quite by accident; and I have to say SHE chose us.

One very chilly morning our English Mastiff had his huge, wet nose glued to the front window, which usually meant "Cat Alert". After a few times of trying to call him off 'Cat Watch' to come and eat his breakfast he started to whine at the window. I went over and peered out the window and didn't see anything, go I gave the gentle, yet persistent, giant a scratch on the head and encouraged him away from the window.

Our street was a through-street in the neighborhood and we always had plenty of traffic. We were never too concerned because our sons were in their late teens. We did often remark when one of our neighbors continuously let his dog out to go and wonder through yards, zig-zag back and forth across the busy street and do his business in ever which yard he decided.

Still, Harley, the Huge Hound, continued to whine and pace from my chair to the window. After about 5 minutes of this, I because curious and went back to the window to really investigate the landscape outside, obviously I had missed something. My eyes scanned the yards across from me; nothing. So I began to examine the terrain closer to my window. Just off the curb, hunkered under my oldest son's car, right about the rear axle were two little ears, standing at full attention and shaking. Underneath those ears were two bulging brown eyes; scared - no, terrified.

Being that it was cold and I was still in my gown, I sent my already dressed husband out to investigate. After minor protest, and me batting my eyes and crooning sadly over the lost little puppy on the busy street, in the cold dewy morning, my husband bounded out the front door and went to where the ears were. I watched as he bent over and looked under the car and as he tried to coax the terrified visitor from her hiding spot. He coudln't, so he returned to the warmth of the house. I, however, had deemed his effort "not up to par" and quickly threw on a pair of old sweats and grabbed my husbands jacket and out the door I went.

I found her, shivering, scared, lonely and crying. She was absolutely terrified and afraid to trust. So I settled onto the curb and began to speak gently to her. She moved closer, then away again. Eventually I stopped talking to her, and just sat on the curb, beginning now to do a little shivering of my own.

As I watched the traffic whiz by, and waved at people who were obviously wondering if I was out of my mind or not, I felt the tiniest nudge on the side of the big man's jacket. When I looked down,I was peering into the most pleading eyes I had ever seen. Without speaking or understanding dog language, I answered her plea as I open one side of the jacket to let her climb in.

The cold little girl, ever so gently, climbed inside and huddled around my chest and I understood instantly that she wanted and needed someone to trust. Gently I closed the jacket and sat there with this cold, shivering little angle, finally, tucked inside somewhere warm. I probably sat on that cold curb for another 10 minutes. First I began to hum softly and I felt her snuggle in closer to my body, then I began to speak softly. I asked her every question I could think of; where are your people, are you missing your mommy, are you hungry, are you hurt, are you afraid of big dogs?

In a few minutes a very cold nose appeared over the top of the collar of the big jacket; first she smelled me, then she licked me and disappeared back into the jacket. The wee angle made three circles on my tummy and then, plunk, she lay down in my lap.

I gathered the cold, wet, still shivering bundle and carried her inside.

Warding off the Gentle Giant to give her time was a fairly easy task as he is well trained. He, himself, almost seemed to understand the patience and kindness called for in these first moments. The little girl settled into the inside of the jacket for a much needed nap and I was content to be still while she slept.

She had no tags, nor microchip, nor collar. So pictures were taken, flyers were made and distributed, ads were put in local papers. She hadn't been hungry that morning, so surely she hadn't been out very long. I felt confident that she was from my neighborhood and it would only be a matter of time until her owner was found.

I found the little girl on Tuesday, on Saturday, she began her cycle. I had not had any response to the fliers or ads and now, I was scared to death for the little girl. My gentle giant was still uncut as we were awaiting a eminent breeding of the pedigreed, champion-blood-lined, beautiful male. His otherwise gentle nature could turn deadly for her when her ready stage came. His paws, alone were the size of 3/4 of her body; one swat and she could be irreversibly damaged if not killed.

I began to call everywhere I could find, anywhere except the local pound; surely someone had a rescue facility where she'd be safe. All responses were negative. Our local town seemed to have an over abundance of stray animals and not nearly enough responsible owners. At last ditch, not wanting to take the responsibility of buying diapers and a crate, or taking the exuberant amount of time needed to watch her and the giant, I gave in and called the local pound, a kill shelter. They would take her.

As I drove the 7 miles to get to the shelter, I cried. By the time I reached the shelter my eyes were puffy and red; still crying I carried the baby in and explained the situation. While I stood at the counter and waited for my opportunity to plead her case, a nice looking woman walked in. Upon hearing part of the story of the little girl found, the woman began to badger me about the shelter killing animals. The, however good intentioned woman, came at me with a full on guilt assault. I took the assault, while others around witnessed it. Finally my turn came to speak to the manager.

I told them of the fliers and ads and committed to paying all boarding, feeding, vaccination, medical and adoption fees if they would promise to not put this sweet angel down. In the days I had her, there were no accidents, no aggression, absolutely no behavior issues I could find. After having to speak to the Sergeant in charge, they finally agreed to not put her down and gave her a 21 day grace. If she was claimed, no harm-no foul; if she was not, she would be fixed and placed for adoption, for which I would pay all fees associated.


As I said my goodbyes to the little girl my son's friend had momentarily named Chica, a second lady approached me.

She identified herself as the owner of a somewhat local rescue for small breeds. The kind, older lady, consoled me and gave me a tissue from her purse to wipe my, now, very swollen eyes. The wonderful lady assured me that she had heard the full story of Chica and would be taking her to live at the rescue mission if she was not found by her owner's.


On Monday, following that very emotional Saturday, I called the shelter to inquire how Chica was doing. I was pleased to hear that she already had 3 families interested in her. Chica definitely had a way with human hearts and she would be just fine.

Within minutes of making that phone call, I received one of my own. A girl on the other end of the line asked "You found my dog?". As I chatted with the girl, I learned that she lived at the end of my block. I was infuriated at her for not having come forth by now; it turned out that we had put a flier on a pole that was in her front yard. How could she NOT have seen this, how could she not have looked for the little dog until now.

She hadn't been out of town, she hadn't been employed working long, hard hours, she wasn't a young mother with her hands full. She was a 19 year old girl, who lived with her grandmother and who owned 6 other dogs! The girl walked down to my house and I told her the story of "Chica" and then asked what Chica's real name was, to which she replied that Chica didn't have a name. As I spoke in great length to this irresponsible, somewhat off-centered girl, it became very clear that she had no intention of claiming the little angel because she was afraid the city would discover her 6 un-cut, un-vaccinated animals. I was furious!

I offered to pay all fees, fines and restitution IF the girl would turn the little angel over to my family. We had been with little Chica for three days, and she had stolen our hearts. We had plenty of room for her and an abundance of love to give. We were financially responsible and as a stay-at-home wife I had all the time Chica needed. The girl agreed.

I escorted the irresponsible owner to the shelter and explained that she couldn't afford the fees and that I was willing to pay them. The Sergeant seemed pleased at how Chica's story was turning out and articulated out loud that he believed I was meant to be Chica's owner from the beginning. Chic'a fees and fines were paid, and when she was brought from the back and handed to the irresponsible girl, Chica immediately began to twist her head in my direction. I took Chica from the girl and Chica hugged me. I mean, she wrapped her upper body around my neck and face and leaned into me as hard as she could.

Chica got to ride in my lap on the way to drop the irresponsible girl off; in fact she wouldn't get out of my lap. The girl tried, on the 7 mile trip, to pet the little dog, but the little dog only turned her back. We dropped off the irresponsible girl and went straight to the local pet store. I stocked up on diapers, a crate, blankets,and food. I knew I was in for a busy couple of weeks with a Chihuahua in heat and an English Mastiff male.

The little angel that adopted our family arrived home, complete with new collar, name tag, and all the love she would ever need.

That was two years ago. Chica, who kept her name is the joy of our hearts and home. :angel13:
 

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Oh that's just beautiful and similar to how Gizmo came to be with me.
Gizmo also chose me over his previous owners who had 6 other dogs and were irresponsible too.

Don't you just love them all the more because they found you and chose you over somebody else!
 

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Do Ypu have EnglishMastiff?
I have had two litters of Mastiffs! We moved to apartment house couple years ago and my Mastiffs moved to my friend. My import dog was WorldWinner in Stocholm this summer too.
Now I have in home one Bullmastiff, some ChineceCrested dogs and soon we will have Chihuahua female Chanel.
 

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What a wonderful story!!!!!!!!! My eyes are teared up I can hardly see to type.
Do you write professionally?
btw Welcome to the board, I'm new myself.
 
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