When we got Buffy, we were told by her previous owner that they couldn’t keep her as they were keeping one of her male offspring, so they needed to let her go. They said that Buffy (I don’t remember what they had named her before we got her) had started running with a pack of dogs through the orchards near their home, so they felt it was time to find her a new home. That was fine with us!
Buffy came to live with us when our daughter was in her early teens. She wanted Buffy to be “her Dog.” That lasted a very short time, as she was a busy girl with several friends and they all kept busy together. Lauri, our daughter, began finding less and less time to spend with Buffy. Oh, not that she ignored Buffy, she was just busy or gone a lot of the time. Between school and friends, she really kept busy! So, Buffy hung out more and more with me and my husband. Lauri was disappointed, but didn’t spend too much time worrying about it, as I remember.
Early on, our vet commented that Buffy had been abused in her past as her nose was crooked, sort of pointed a little off to one side. He felt Buffy had been hit or kicked to cause such a permanent injury. Buffy seemed fine with anything we did though, and until the vet pointed out her nose to us, we really hadn’t noticed that it was crooked. The only sensitivity that Buffy seemed to have, was when one of the other vets in the office tried to pick her up by the back of her neck. She would scream in pain or fright, we weren’t ever sure which.
Buffy had some strange, little, I guess I would call them “habits.” If any male, young or old, came to our house, she would bark loudly and rather viciously if they were wearing a hat of any kind. We found that out when one of our son’s friends came over wearing a hat, and she only stopped barking when he took the hat off. Another strange quirk, she would bring “presents” on our back deck, I guess for us. We weren’t sure. Her “presents” were dead gophers or moles. My husband would use the shovel to put them into the trash can. One time when he picked up the “dead” animal, it suddenly sprang to life, really startling him and Buffy! We guess it was only playing like it was dead.
We had three steps going down from the deck into the yard, and Buffy loved taking a running jump over the steps, both up and down, and could not be stopped from doing that. One day she went running and leaped over the steps, but evidently she landed wrong and broke her front leg at the shoulder. We took her to the vet’s office, and since we just didn’t have $600+ to have surgery on her leg, they wrapped and immobilized it with heavy, thick bandaging. She never let that injury stop her from her enjoyment of life though. Sadly, just as her leg was healed, she was diagnosed with heart fibrillation and had to be put down. She had been a fun part of our lives, but that fun ended too soon!