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I don’t know if crosses are allowed here, but I thought this community might appreciate my Shood Pound, Shar Pei/Bloodhound. I’m stuck in the hospital with my father today, and figured this was the time to introduce her to her relatives!
I’ve rescued Shar Pei’s my whole adult life through North American Shar Pei rescue. But four years ago this little girl (who later, to no one’s surprise, tested to be Shar Pei/Bloodhound) was found roaming the local state park with her mother, a beautiful Shar Pei.
I had a friend who works at the local rescue and she knew that my last Shar Pei had passed the month before from bloat. It was horribly traumatic. She was only four and died on the operating table. When the mom and baby were found the rescue didn’t want to put them up for general adoption due to all of the health problems Shar Pei’s are known to suffer from… so she called me.
I didn’t want a new dog yet, and sadly I could even look at the mother without crying, she looked exactly like my girl I had just lost… but I did agree to drive mom to the Houston brand of NASPR (she IMMEDIATELY found a forever home) and take on the weird little mix, who I named Ella. The last pic is her puppy photo taken in the shelter. 💕
Two days after she came home, my relationship of 8 years ended. I moved him out and prepared myself for oncoming depression… but let me tell you… this “little” dog had other ideas! 😂
I’m used to Shar Pei’s. They sleep the huge majority of the day and night, would rather die than get their paws wet or muddy, if it’s raining they have to be drug out to pee… I had one who would literally hang her butt over the side of the deck and pee just so she wouldn’t have to leave the shelter of the deck roof!
The first morning after my breakup it was raining and I was prepared to sleep all day… all week… whatever.
But Ella said NOPE.
She stood in front of my face, licked my forehead, pawed my pillow, and started barking… incessantly. I got up thinking she just needed to potty, I opened the back door, and she RAN to the first puddle and dove head first into it. Next, she applied that sniffer and proceeded to inspect every square into of our huge back yard. Every. Square. Inch. I coaxed her back inside, dried her off, and tried to go back to sulking in bed. NOPE! The barking and prodding began again. The slobbery chops. The big, sad eyes. The floppy, floppy (but still Shar Pei shaped 😂) ears.
I give in to her every single time.
I’ve had to learn a lot. Shar Pei’s are generally pretty quiet dogs… oh. my. goodness. The full chested BORKS that Ella lets out! AT EVERYTHING! She doesn’t howl on her own… but I can get her to and it’s the sweetest howl I’ve ever heard.
If my Shar Pei’s got out of the fence, they wouldn’t wander more than a few yards before running back. If Ella gets out… good luck! That nose takes over and she is GONE. She’s on the scent and won’t stop till she’s either caught or has found the thing she’s looking for, normally a neighboring dog or the kids playing soccer at the park. But it’s hilarious! She finds them but instead of playing with them, it’s like “Yep, there you are. I found you. What’s next” and she moves on to the next smell that needs to be found.
She hunts CONTINUALLY. Lizards. Mice. Rabbits. Possums. Skunks. (OH, THE SKUNKS!!!) It’s doesn’t matter, she’s after them.
Regular leashes were a nightmare, she’s 80 pounds of muscle and nose and has pulled me down hills on my belly. I finally got her a 15’ lead and a great harness and it was a revelation. She wasn’t pulling to get away, she was pulling to cover a greater sniffing area. Strafing left and right and left and right. She’s not pulled me down once since.
We live in central Texas and it’s a million degrees right now, but as soon as it cools I think we’re going to start doing some canicross training. I think she’ll love it and god knows I could do with some more human interaction! 😂
I care for my 86 yo father, and it’s a lonely life. I could have not gotten another dog. I could have gotten another sleepy dog. I could have slept for a week, or a month, or a year, but I didn’t. I got a judgmental, bossy, loving hulk of a Shood Hei. Sometimes you don’t get what you think you want, you get exactly what you need.