When I was with Black Hearted Satan, and before HRH was found, a VERY pregnant, starving, emaciated and thirsty dogie was hanging around our house one cold, cold winter night. She was afraid of people, and TERRIFIED of him.
He was a Very. Bad. Man. in many ways, but he was always kind to animals, and when she finally ventured onto the front porch to escape the wind, he left the front door open and sat in his underwear in the floor of the hall for about an hour... as long as it took to coax her in with an entire pack of bologna.
She was terrified of him but her hunger and instinct for self-preservation won out. His son was about 8 at the time and because she had long lovely auburn fur, he pronounced her Rosie. "Because she is pretty like a rose and her fur is kind of red."
She was the son's constant companion after that - fancied herself a cattle dog and honestly tried to help with the cows. A true Very. Good. Dog.
We of course took her to the vet after the puppies came for the big snip, and she lived out her days with BHS and the Boy. The Boy FB'd me Saturday to let me know he had buried his BFF in the flower bed in her favorite spot. I can still see her lying there, waiting for him to get off the school bus.
She was a Very. Good. Dog. and very loved.... and I am glad she was at home when she crossed.