Angels Have Tails
it was at that precise moment that I knew he had decided that we were to be buddies for life. We had to decide on a name, so Daleen suggested, that since he was the new decision maker around here, that he would choose his own name.
Leader of the pack
Three years ago, I was in and out of hospital with various problems. a 6 stage leg amputation, total blindness, back and forth, again and again. I had lost count of how many trips I had made backwards and forwards to the various hospitals and eye clinics. Every time I would be away for several weeks or even months at a time.
When this happened, my wife Daleen was very lonely so my friend Fred whose female Jack Russell had had a litter of healthy pups, had brought one along to keep her company.
I was sent home for a couple of weeks, 18 months ago, when the new addition to our family, arrived. From the first moment, he'd made up his mind to favour the other larger dog with the funny legs, that would be me in the wheelchair. (I believe that dogs see humans as other larger dogs that walk, funny)
The moment my friend Fred put him down, he made a beeline for me, took an almighty big jump, which was only about halfway up my leg, but it was all the power his little 10 weeks old legs could summon up. For the remainder of the trip towards my lap, he literally clawed his way further, my legs were scratched to shreds.
I leaned forward and lifted him up onto my lap, where he simply curled up and was dropping off to sleep within seconds. It was at that precise moment that I knew he had decided that we were to be buddies for life. We had to decide on a name, so Daleen suggested, that since he was the new decision maker around here, that he would choose his own name.
We each wrote down some typical dog names as well as some way out ones. I wrote down the word "Bisto" which is the name of a powdered gravy bought by just about every citizen living here in South Africa for almost a hundred years, on account of the gravy colored, single, brown left ear that he has. Armed with all these names, we each had a go at calling him. I had the first turn and started calling in the sweetest way possible off course, "Butch"!, I called and not as much as a raised eyebrow from the spot where he was lying, tried; "Harry", "Mitch", "dodger", "Jake", even spike, which was a little corny, as he didn't have spiky coat,
and so it carried on.
there was no response to any of the names, and if anything, he appeared to be nodding off on one of his puppy naps again. I had just about given up with this naming game and announced that I was going to pull out my "secret weapon" the ridiculous name I had spoken of above, which everyone here had, had a huge laugh about, Namely 'Bisto".
I prepared myself for another non -- response, and in a barely audible tone, I called out once; "Bisto", I said, and miracle upon miracle, up his little head went, ears fully erect, "Bisto" I called again, and without a single moments hesitation, he had covered the 6 meter distance separating us, to where I was sitting in the wheelchair, tail wagging madly, up my leg he dashed , straight to my face upon which he was placing dozens of wet puppy kisses. He had chosen!
In the ensuing days we became extremely close, no crate for him, no sir, he had to sleep with us big dogs at the foot end of the bed. Where he quietly lay without a sound until 6 am. every morning. My wife gets to the back door a lot quicker than I, to let him out. He does his business and quickly dashes back to the door where he would simply stand, watching the closed door like a hawk, waiting for her to let him in.
No potty training for this guy! Unless, as we have discovered, on some rare occasions,
he had been reluctant to wake us up for unscheduled ablutions and just did his business in the toilet ,where all self respecting big dogs do theirs.
Two things he hates, one is,wearing a collar and the second is that he hates taking a bath. The moment someone mentions the word "bath" he charges towards where I am sitting and dives directly under my wheelchair, where he stays until they find him, He snarls and growls as Aurora my daughter tries to pull him out, from under the chair. Off course, he never bites her, because he simply loves her to bits.
Bisto is an endless source of entertainment for all of us. The stuff he gets up to are sometimes hilarious, for instance, when he isn't in the mood for eating, I sometimes grab the broom pretending to sweep out his food bowl, he'll drop whatever he was doing instantly and start eating his food. Of course this used to irritate Daleen, no end. Until She eventually saw the humor in it and now laugh's at it, as well.
As much as he loves me, I have noticed lately that he has changed his sleeping preferences by curling up on the pillow between Daleen's neck and the wall behind her.
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