Yesterday when I got home for lunch Cheyenne wasn’t in her normal spot next to the stove in the kitchen, keeping watch on the back door.
I sat down my purse, cell phone and radio on the kitchen counter…….loved on the dogs who came to greet me and continued thru the dinning room into the living room looking for Cheyenne only to find her curled up on the couch fast asleep. Not abnormal if I’m home and on the couch myself watching TV, but when I’m not at home she always waits in the exact same spot…she has ever since we moved into that house 4 years ago.
The strangest thing in all of this was the fact that despite the sound of the back door opening, me sitting all of my items down on the counter, doggie toenails clicking on the hard wood floors like crazy, all the dogs swishing all around doing the happy dance, she didn’t budge, she never got up. She never heard me. Just lay there on the couch curled up in a tight ball fast asleep.
It actually scared me…I thought OMG, Cheyenne is she OK?..…so I shouted “CHEYENNE” in this panicked voice! She jumped up startled, twisting trying to right herself on the couch and then proceeded to go thru her normal routine of greeting me once she realized I was there…. while I sat there with my heart racing. I’m surprised I didn’t give her a heart attack the way I shouted!
That truly scared me but it also reminded me of how old she actually is…..and Big Mama, as she is affectingly known at my house, is starting to show signs of her age. She turned 12 this October and that is really getting up there for a dog her size.
I am going to take her to the Vet this weekend to ease my mind…..I imagine it is just some hearing loss that is starting to set in with age but I just want to be sure.
She is the only dog at my house that wasn’t a rescue. I bought her when the kids and I moved into a house in a bad area. I wanted a big dog that would possibly detour someone from breaking in. And detour she did.
There was one occasion when she actually jumped thru a window to get a guy who was breaking into our house.
On this particular night she literally came and woke me at about 3:00AM by poking me with her nose and led me directly to the porch door (it was an enclosed porch and the interior door was shut.)……I could hear a strange noise on the porch and Cheyenne murmured this low bellowing growl that I will never forget… I grabbed this baseball bat that I kept in my room, took a deep breath, held the bat in the air and flung the door open…….Cheyenne instantly hit the porch window (that had the guy with his arm stretch up inside of our porch on the other side trying to Jimmy the lock) and went straight thru the window. Glass shattered, the guy yelled……I screamed, ran and got the phone and called 911.
Instantly they were both gone……I went out the door and no one was there……no burglar and no Cheyenne. I called her and called her….I started balling. The police arrived a few minutes later and I was sobbing worried about Cheyenne. I kept saying, “please let me go look for her….please, please, please.” The cop refused to let me go because I could possibly run into the burglar and called for another police officer and animal care and control to drive around and look for her.
About 10 minutes passed and I thought I saw her coming up the middle of the street……I rubbed my eyes and stood up. I said, “Cheyenne!” And she started trotting…….she was coming down the middle of the street just like some action hero at the end of a movie….chest poked all out, proud of her accomplishment.
By the time she made it back to the house Animal Care and Control pulled up. They gave her a through once over and she didn’t have as much as a scratch. To this day I have no idea how she went thru that glass window and didn’t get cut.
When Cheyenne came back to the house the police officer was really leery of her, I said, “She is really friendly don’t worry….” He kind of hesitated because she came directly to him and sat down at his feet, looking straight up at him. I couldn’t help but laugh because that was her daily routine with the mailman who carried biscuits for her every day……when he came to the house she would come up to him and instantly sit because she knew he was going to give her a treat. Guess she thought the mailman came early that day! I had to go in the house and get a doggie treat for him to give her so she would leave him alone! J
She is a wonderful dog and everything the breed should be and then some. So many Rotties get a bad rap but I have got to say she was invaluable in helping me raise the kids alone… She helped me keep the kids safe all those years when we lived in an area that wasn’t exactly desirable. She never let anyone enter the yard without me knowing, if I happened to be in the house while the kids were outside she didn’t allow them to enter the yard at all till I came out then she greeted them with her entire body wagging, she protected me numerous occasions without being “vicious”, she helped me screen prospective adopters for our rescue dogs ~ letting me know if she didn’t like someone, she protected, loved and even got empathy milk for numerous puppies we rescued an placed……..even kittens; grooming them and stimulating them to make them go to the bathroom like they were her own puppies. I would often notice her in the yard herding the kids around to keep them together…….watching her do it always made me laugh. The kids were clueless but she moved them around with the precision of a ranch dog herding sheep.
And lastly Cheynne is Tonka’s best friend. When Tonka came to us she had been starved and abused and nearly died. Cheyenne laid on the floor with me day after day when I ran IV fluids in Tonka trying to help her to live, she went in and out the door with me when I had to carry her in and out to go potty and most importantly she brought Tonka back from depression when her body finally re-bounded, her spirit was broken. Cheyenne spent countless hours grooming and watching over her and never stopped asking her to play by dropping sticks in front of her or slinging a sock back and forth in front of her face while she danced back and forth in front of her acting silly. Finally it worked and Tonka began to play and to this day she and Tonka are inseparable. ~ Favorite place to be is curled up in front of the fireplace together. ZzzZzzzZZZzzzzing
I have been blessed to have her for 12 years and I only wish I could count on having 12 more with her…..I know that’s not going to happen but whatever time we do have left you better believe she will be spoiled and loved just like she always has been….I love my fatty-girl! 🙂