Day 118, November 20, 2016 @2:19 pm
I am sure that Sheba is the most photographed dog in the world. I can’t help capturing her multiple times in a day. She is my fur baby and she is pretty. She is darn smart, too. Those things have saved her from going to the dog pound. She was not an easy puppy. I was not a trained owner. We had a very rocky beginning.
She was destined to be mine so no amount of difficulty could separate us. We were stuck like glue. She could sit so pretty and look at me with those expressive eyes. She could shake a paw, then the other one. She could roll over, do the crawl. She could even pick up her leash and carry it over the doorway. She would do anything for food.
As a puppy she was full of zest, too much zest and so full of opinions. She was like the Lone Ranger thundering up and down the hills at the dog park. She was a bunny hopping in and out of the snow. She is still full of it. She could still thunder but only a short distance. But she is as vocal as ever. She’s gotten us into trouble numerous, numerous times being a black exuberant energetic dog who likes to jump and bark.
After ten years, she is somewhat obedient. I’m somewhat trained. We are still together after ten years. She is my magic bullet, keeping me safe and spirited. She gets me up and out even when I don’t want to. I have raised her from a 2 month puppy – a complete job. She is loved and exercised religiously. Though not obedient in some ways, she is perfect in others. She does not go on furniture or destroy them. She is exuberant and lavish in her loving. And she is barking now: Time to go to the park!