Gilda is the one who picked me. I’ve written about her before. She simply stepped into the street one day 10 years ago …right in front of my car. She proceeded to sit down right there in the street and look at me. I instantly knew I had a new dog. I got out and didn’t walk toward her but simply opened the rear door to the car. She looked at me and walked to the open door and climbed into the rear seat. She’s lived with us ever since.
We attempted to get her back to her owner. Thank god they didn’t want her. It’s a more complicated story than just that, but she is and was worth the drama. We found out that she was two years old and her birthday was in June. We don’t know the actual date but since she found us about June 1, we celebrated that day as her birthday.