My parents have three dogs on their homestead for security. We never had pets when growing up and I have had none since, so it was interesting to see that even dogs has different personalities.
The first dog, and pack leader, is Spike. He is a big black dog and has a cool temper when nothing is exciting (that is no strangers showing up alone). Spike has no friends and even my brother who is a regular visitor has to call from his car to have someone get him. Spike is also the dog that bit the snake to death a couple of weeks ago. Spike is my parents’ hero and my father usually gives him more food than the other dogs because of this.
Here is Spike…
The second dog, Dublin, is just about six months old but has already endeared herself to my parents. My niece named her Dublin because that is the one city she really wants to visit. Dublin is a very rambunctious/ playful/ happy dog. Do not make a mistake of paying her attention or she will get excited and jump all over you. I like her joy but not her jumps, so when she wants to show me that she is happy, she jumps on the other dogs – fine with me.
One of Dublin’s weaknesses, however, is her love for barking and running to the driveway when there is no one coming. This makes the other dogs get all worked up and start barking as well. My parents now know when Dublin’s barks are for nought and don’t pay attention to her.
Dublin’s other weakness is that she likes bringing home all sorts of items, like that old tortoise shell in Spike’s photo above. I got home one day and found that my mother had sprayed insecticide in most of the house and a lot of flies had died. Well, Dublin had brought a decayed cat and of course, flies had followed and unfortunately, invaded the house. It was not the best of scenes, I must say.
In spite of her shortcomings, I love this little dog and already miss her. Here she is on the kitchen veranda….
I feel sorry for the third dog. Not only is it nameless, but it gets called of sorts of not-so-nice names e.g. the mentally-slow dog. Usually he is just called ‘the brown dog’ because he of his colour. He used to get terrorized by the other dogs though they seem to have accepted him as he is now. My father has been threatening to give Brown away because he is ‘not working for his upkeep’. Should he give Brown away? What do you think?
For some reason, Brown seemed to like me and followed me around more than the others. I do not like him per-se, but guess I gave him the wrong impression. In case you were wondering about a photo – No, I have no photo of Brown. I just never thought of taking one.