This is my daughter’s small dog.
Her name is classified.
She was a birthday gift when our second daughter was eight. Daughter is now 19, so in dog years, the pup is now 77.
She doesn’t show it, still demonstrating as much energy and general feistiness as she did when she was younger.
She lives in solitary splendour now, as her long time companion (a Red Heeler) died of Lymphoma five years ago. They had a comfortable relationship. Occasionally, this one would make a nuisance of herself by prancing around the older dog in a play posture. He’d put up with this for a few minutes, and then would bark once, very loudly in her ear.
Mostly, she’d get the message and wander off to find a comfortable gonking spot.
As daughter is studying and working in the Big Smoke, my bride and I are now managed by the dog. She is very little trouble, although she has a strange habit of barking at the wind.
She has her uses. She found the rat in the car the other day, and takes me on a walk daily when I’m not out west working.
She is as dumb as a bag of hammers, but has shown us recently that she is still capable of learning new tricks.
My sister has a Blue Heeler, and we look after her when he and her hubby are holidaying. Last Month sister and hubby headed off to Paris for 60th Birthday celebrations (sister’s), so we looked after the Heeler.
The Heeler has a habit of rolling over to have her belly scratched. After watching this a few times, small dog took it up as a behaviour. It works every time.
She's trained us well.