
Mum, Dad, my brother Michael: everyone in the family got more affection from our ridgeback-staffie cross. And guess whose bed she used to poo on…
I think the tone was set when Ella threw up over me on the way back from the Dogs Trust. She was three months old, rolling around on the back seat between me and my twin brother, Michael (we’d just turned seven), and wasn’t enjoying her first trip in a car. She could have been sick anywhere – over the seat, over the floor – but for some reason she decided to climb on to me first.
It was the start of a beautiful but strangely one-sided friendship. Ella, a ridgeback-staffie cross, was the perfect dog: playful, energetic, naughty and tolerant. She would let us poke and prod her without complaint, turn her ears inside-out or dress her up in T-shirts or the thick woollen poncho my Greek Cypriot grandma knitted her for the British winter. And she was endlessly loving, at least to the other members of the family. Me? Too often it was as if I didn’t exist. If Michael and I were sitting on the sofa, she’d bound up to him. If I came home after a day out with my dad, he was the one she’d jump at. If I tried to take her for a walk by myself, she’d drag her feet and insist that I fetch my brother.
To add insult to injury, about once a year she would do a poo in the house. Not just anywhere, though: she’d climb the stairs to my room and leave it in a neat pile on top of my bed.

I can’t pretend I wasn’t offended by Ella’s attitude – I loved her just as much as anyone. But it took me a while to realise that in her eyes we were both bitches fighting for our place in the pack. I read that dogs are 98.8% wolf, even yappy little chihuahuas. Ella was a definite she-wolf and my mother (she who opened the tin of dog food every night) was the undisputed alpha female. Ella could handle that fact, but she didn’t want to be the omega female. That was me.
Working out the reasons for Ella’s lack of sisterhood, understanding that her indifference was atavistic and not just casual, didn’t make me any less jealous of my brother, who always took great pleasure in the fact that Ella seemed to prefer him. But I resigned myself to the situation. And then one day (happy ending, anyone?) everything changed. I must have been 16 or 17, we’d been away for a fortnight in France, and when we got back it was me she ran up to first, whining and twisting with pleasure at seeing me again. After that it was like all those years of competition had never happened. We were best friends for ever, or at least for the couple of years she had left. Ella finally loved me.
The poor dog is in critical condition and is left outside the hospital like a bag of bones


Ellie was a dog like no other. He had an energy and zest for life that was contagious to all who met him. But it wasn’t always that way. Ellie had a rough start to life that left him in a critical situation in front of a hospital. He was emaciated, just like a bag of bones, and he looked as though he had given up on life.

But then something miraculous happened. One day, a group of animal lovers were passing by and noticed Ellie lying there. They could see he was in a critical condition and decided to take him in. They brought him to a nearby vet, examined him, and determined that he had been severely neglected. He was dehydrated, malnourished, and suffering from a number of health problems.

Despite his difficult condition, Ellie’s spirit was still strong. He was a fighter and refused to give up. The vets and animal lovers who had taken him were amazed at his resilience, and they knew that they had to do everything in their power to help him. Over the next several weeks, Ellie received round-the-clock care from a team of dedicated animal lovers. They fed him small amounts of food every few hours to help him regain his strength, gave him fluids and medicine to treat his health problems, and spent countless hours with him providing him with love and attention that he had never received before.

As Ellie began to recover, his personality began to shine through. He was playful, energetic, and loving. He had a zest for life that was infectious, and everyone who met him fell in love with him. Word began to spread, and people from all over the world began to follow his journey on social media.

Despite his newfound fame, Ellie was quite humble and grateful. He knew that he had been given a second chance at life, and he was determined to make the most of it. He began to work with the local animal rescues to help other dogs in need, and he became an ambassador for animal welfare. As Ellie’s story continued to spread, he became a symbol of hope for animals everywhere. People who had never considered adopting a dog before began to change their mind after hearing his story.

Ellie’s journey is a reminder of the resilience of animals and the transformative power of love and care. It’s a testament to the incredible impact that a group of dedicated individuals can make on the life of a neglected and abused animal. Ellie’s story is an inspiration to us all, and we should strive to be more like him, to be fighters and never give up, to be humble and grateful, and to use our experiences to help others in need.
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