My Bodyguard
January 5th, 2009 by Robbie![]()
Pookie has a chequered past. She was rescued from an abusive home, then shuffled from one foster situation to another. She’s my dog now. Well, one of my dogs.
She has a personality type somewhere between General Patton and the Tazmanian Devil. She heards the cats and breaks up their skirmishes. If I stub my toe and shout with pain, she rumbles into the room, snorting and chuffing and growling, looking for something to kill.
When she barks at foxes at the back door she stomps the floor with her paws and then bounces up with the force of the stomp and the bellowing bark. When she wakes me up barking it’s not just the bark, it’s the earthquake-like shaking of the house that shocks me upright. Then she yawns apologetically, curly tail dancng like a pom-pom, giant brown eyes wet with remorse, ears back against her head as she plants her skull on my knees.
She’s unpredictable around other dogs when I walk her, so I keep our distance from other dog walkers. She’s imposing; she’s probably a cattle dog/chow mix, making her loyal, possessive, protective, bossy and a little psychotic.
Of course, with Mommy she’s sweet, sweet girl with big, loving eyes. She’s a Good Grrl.








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