I can’t remember what I was searching for, but I came across this question: What is the best kind of dog?
If you already have a dog, you would probably say MINE! that’s the answer that popped into my head when I saw this question.
I have five dogs, and they are all the best kind of dog in their own way.
Let’s start with the oldest one, Mr. Tank. Mr. T is very independent, yet affectionate… on his terms, as a proper Scotty. Every morning he would sit on my lap when I meditate. And I think if I skip one morning, he would complain. He won’t admit it, but I think he is pretty spiritual. He loves water, but he can’t swim. I think his legs are too short for puddling. As we are now planning our first camping holiday, I got him a life jacket, and I can’t wait for him to try it. Keep an eye on this space!
My other Scotty Martha, lovingly called Beast from the East (remember the winter storm in 2018), came to us from Russia. From Russia, with love!
She traveled by bus from Moscow to Uttoxeter, and I thought a poor little puppy would be so stressed and confused. Instead, she shot out of her crate, tail up, and took over the entire room. Nothing faces her; she marches to everyone with an attitude, ‘What do you want?!’ Which causes trouble sometimes. On the other hand, she was the most loving and caring mom to her puppies. And when she barks, she jumps. Her bark is so strong it lifts her entire body. Pretty hilarious when in action!
Adele the Lakeland is the lady of the house. Pretty calm and content. She loses her only when the neighbor’s collie is behind the fence. Otherwise, if Adele doesn’t feel like she won’t go for a walk, she will even pretend she is sleeping. And if I pick her up, take her out, put the collar & lead on, she will refuse to walk. When she walks off the lead, sometimes she changes her mind, turns back, and walks home independently. And if she wants my full attention, she will sit on my lap, staring at me, and scratch my face with her paw. It’s hard to ignore her!
Tinker Bell, Adele’s daughter, is small, sweet, delicate. She is a proper lap dog, loving and cuddling. But you should see her when she gets angry with Richard! She will bark at him, dive on his neck, and even pull some of his hair out! And why? Well, he was probably teasing her.
And baby Richard… not a baby anymore, as he is going to be four in October. But he is still acting like one. He would lovingly stare at me, breathing into my face so close so I can count his teeth. Richard will never miss an opportunity to steal a tissue from our pockets, broccoli and other veggies from the kitchen counter, and my Crocs. He plays with his food; he throws blueberries and strawberries in the air and then catches them. Often will get chunky meat out of his dish on the floor and then bark at them, and only then eat them. Does he feel like a hunter? Does he want them to move? Who knows! Aside from all this silliness, I feel safe when walking with him. When a stranger is walking towards us, especially when it’s getting dark, his posture changes, and all of a sudden, he is all grow up and ready to protect me.
So these are my best kind of dogs.
What is your best kind of dog?