In 2001, I was briefly incarcerated and put in juvenile hall. I was a runaway. On a Saturday afternoon during visiting hours a woman was walking up and down the holding cells. I didn't say anything to her and I laid very still in the corner. Saturday evening passed and so did Sunday. Monday morning arrived and I was taken from my cell and transported to some type of doctor's office. The next thing I knew, I was waking up and I had some pain in my “noogie” region. A lady in the room told me my new mom would be here soon and would be posting bail . The night passed and the next morning I was put on a leash and escorted to the front office. When the door opened, there she was. I knew she was going to break me like a wild horse. She put me in her car and she took me home.
I was pretty scared at first being in a new place but I was assured I would never have to run away again. My name is Lori-Darlin'. I am a mix breed of Border Collie and Australian Shepard - a working dog to say the least. I have a nicely round back end which my mom calls a bun-bun. “Shake, shake your bun-bun” she'll tell me and well, I do it. I have several nick names and mom can explain how they came to be better than I. Some of them are: Jeebee Beebee, Jeebs, Baby Bear and Grumpy. I am a low maintenance kinda girl. I prefer to spend my days in the bathtub. Not because I like baths or because I am germ-o-phobe but because its usually clean, cool and none of the other dogs care for it. I always have first dibs. Because I worked a fence row before I ran away, I work the one at home. True, I have no cows or sheep to herd so I just lie in wait for the UPS man or the mailman. I have an alert bark which is nothing special just bow-wow. But, the I need something bark is special - it sounds like this “bruurrrrrrrr”. As I am getting older my hips are getting worse. Mom massages them for me and I can't walk with her as long she wants me too because the next day I am really stiff. I've been begging for a swimming pool. The water helps with the impact of day to day exercise, which I need. So I got one. A five foot green kiddie one in the shape of a turtle. Not very grown up and very embarrassing. Gus, the cat next door, called it an oversized litter box and said he couldn't wait to use it. He is very lucky he was standing on the opposite side of the fence. It has been since seven years since I got of the “clink” and I have since been reformed. I haven't touched the bottle or gave a rebel yell since. Life is good.
