Karin, a volunteer at the shelter, took Ella and her puppies home to foster them until the pups were weaned. We adopted Ella because we already have older dogs in the house, and there's a soft spot in my heart for older dogs who need homes. Karin ended up adopting Vivian, and Karin's friend adopted another of the pups. The remaining two were adopted out as well. With the exception of Vivian, all the pups are light golden brown in color with bits of white. We don't know what the father was, but he was apparently quite larger than Ella. Vivian, at 5 months, is already as big as her mama!
It was obvious that Ella recognized Vivian by the way she paid close attention to her. When Vivian whined, Ella perked up and checked on her. It was very sweet. Like her mom, Vivian loves to have her belly rubbed, and will quickly roll onto her back to make it easy for you.
On a related note, here's another neat story I wanted to share. On Memorial Day, Paul and I went to a large farmers' market in a neighboring city. As we entered, we noticed a man walking an adorable puppy. We both commented on how cute it was. Later, on the other side of the market, we ran into the same man and his puppy. As we petted her, I asked what kind of dog she was and where they had gotten her. He said she was a Golden Retriever/beagle mix and they had adopted her from the shelter in the county we live in, though they live in a different county.
As we chatted, his wife walked up. I mentioned that all three of our dogs had come from the same county shelter, and the latest addition was a 10-year-old beagle who had had puppies in January. The wife looked at me and said their pup had been born in January and that her mother was a beagle. Knowing there had been two purebred beagles with puppies at the shelter at the same time, I asked if she knew the mama's name. She said it was Bella (Ella's former name). I turned to my husband and shrieked, "Paul, Paul, this is one of Ella's puppies!"
We were all in disbelief, but it was true. It was Rita (now called Roux), one of Ella's pups. What are the odds we'd all meet at a sprawling farmers' market that isn't close to either of our homes and then strike up a conversation that would lead to this discovery? If it weren't for my chatty nature, we might have just petted the puppy and walked off. I truly believe this connection was meant to be. I'm just sorry I didn't have my camera with me that day. I would love to have a photo of her.
Paul and I are thrilled to know that another of Ella's puppies is being loved and well cared for by such nice people who clearly love dogs. Plus, they live on a lake, so Roux will have a very happy life indeed.