Tuesday, September 03, 2019
He weighs 25 lbs., is smaller than a medium-size dog, and is protective, determined, and loyal to the hilt. This fellow has lived with me for nine of his ten years, and might be destined to become a “favorite pup”.
It never occurred to me to have a fav, an okay label, although I appreciate and enjoy all four of my dogs, each distinctive in appearance, personality, and social needs. They have in common wanting to be with me wherever and anytime. My property isn’t fully fenced so they can’t be with me always, but have for themselves a large fenced area. In the old days I rode horseback with all the dogs running along–lovely experiences on the trails! These days I don’t ride, but instead drive my horses, usually on neighborhood streets where dangers confront loose dogs. Besides, dogs don’t understand wheels and my rig could do damage.
Creating a constant companion seems okay because I used to have one–a relationship forced on me by a little fifteen pound dog with health issues. She wouldn’t be left alone, didn’t take up much space, was accommodating about being lifted and moved around, and did her best to be protective. We were together several years before she passed away from her chronic illness. To my great surprise, I miss her companionship.
These days, with plenty of dogs and not wishing to adopt another, I consider Louie, the smallest and with a large personality, who’d love being special. He’s slightly problematic though, for unlike my earlier little companion doesn’t enjoy seeing strangers approaching and wanting to touch him. And I’ve found that people usually hope to be friendly with this cute mini-Aussie in his blue merle coat. Louie has marbled (multi-colored) eyes that confuse where his gaze might be aimed. Nonetheless, he can direct a very effective stink eye toward a would-be overly-friendly stranger.
Lately, I’ve noticed Louie limping slightly on his right front leg, maybe he has some arthritis, and so, it could be appropriate to remove him from the pack full-time, to be more with me. Maybe he could learn to ride beside me, behind the horses, if I could ensure his safety. But as usual when planning, I jump ahead of the initial move, which is to start separating him from the others in a way that limits competitive ruckus.
Dear Friends: Oh my, falling big time for a lap dog! Who’d have guessed? Diana