I have an ideal dog in my mind–a dog that I measure every other dog against. I just love German Shepherds and any dog with that in the mix. They have a longish, thick coat. They’re hearty, strong, and athletic. They’re intelligent and loyal.
Yep, the ideal dog.
I don’t really like poodles much–frou frou little dogs with funny haircuts. But then I met one.
A poodle was the mascot and companion of the couple who owned the metal shop around the corner from my first house. He was strong and playful and smart. He greeted everyone in the shop, taking his hosting duties seriously. He knew lots of cute tricks.
Memories of this dog I knew twenty years ago resurface when I read about Deborah’s Sadie over at Boulder Dog. I once again feel the soft, curly coat when I admire the picture of Deborah and Sadie looking into each other’s eyes. I remember the athletic, bounding gait that is also amazingly light when I see Sadie and her friend bounding down the road, ears flying.
I don’t really like pit mixes much–that short, smooth coat, the goofy grin, the body so muscular it’s almost indecent. But then I met one.
Pibble mixes took off in popularity while we were living in Philadelphia. Every up and coming gangsta wanted a tough looking dog on the end of a chain leash with a huge prong collar around his neck. They’d “toughen” the dogs by taunting them to get an aggressive reaction.
But these were dogs that took a lickin’ and came out licking. Their friendliness and joy were irrepressible. Every time we approached one of the neighborhood pits, they’d wiggle their whole back end, grin like a fiend, and pull their way over for lovies.
I think of these “tough,” urban dogs when I read about foster dog Lollie over at Love and a Six-Foot Leash. Lollie lounging on a bed reminds me of the dogs who couldn’t get close enough to you. I see Lollie’s beautiful brindle spots and I remember the feel of that soft, smooth coat and the strong body it covered.
I don’t really like Golden Retrievers much. They all look alike. Those flying feathers of fur must take hours of maintenance. And any dog that friendly must be a little dim.
And then I got Honey.
Her soft, floofy coat makes her as comfortable at 10 below as 70 above. Honey’s coat is actually wash and wear. Take her to play in the mud, wait for it to dry, brush it out. Voila! And she’s by far the smartest dog I’ve ever had.
When I read about Luna at Dog Blogging with Luna…&Penny, I think of Honey’s sweet temperament. I see a video of Luna playing so gently with Penny and I’m thankful for my dog who likes everyone. I watch Luna dancing on her bed to get the smell of shampoo out of her nose after bath time and I reach down to pet Honey sitting by my chair and resolve that this weekend the shampoo comes out.
I guess the only ideal dog is… a dog.