Did I mention we've been fostering a dog for the last two weeks? There's a kennel outside of town that also takes in street animals. Over the Christmas holidays, the kennel part of the operation more than fills up, so they ask families to "foster" a rescued animal for three weeks to free up some space.
Saluki, half something else, like most street dogs around here. She is a very nice dog and we have loved having her in our home. And it made me realize something: the dog I had as a kid must have been the stupidest dog ever.
But that's not why I now think she was stupid, at least not entirely. At the time, I thought Roxy was a pretty typical dog. However, having Snowflake in our home has opened my eyes to how a "normal" dog acts. Here are some examples.
Situation: The dog encounters a person.
Snowflake: Sniffs around a little to see if she needs to get excited or protective but usually ends up leaving the person alone unless it's someone she really likes, in which case she rolls on her back so that person can pet her tummy.
Roxy: OH MY GOSH THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE IS HERE AND I SHALL JUMP AS HIGH AS I CAN ONTO THIS PERSON AND ALSO SNIFF THEIR CROTCH REPEATEDLY.
Situation: The front door or garden gate is opened in the dog's presence.
Snowflake: Every once in a while makes a break for it but ends up hanging out right there in front of our house and sheepishly returns soon after we call her.
Roxy: Immediately disappears out the open door and we don't see her again for three days. When she returns, she is completely covered in mud and has in her mouth half the neighborhood's shoes/mystery items/an almost-dead possum.
Situation: The dog does its business.
Snowflake: Does so in the sand and then buries it.
Roxy: EATS IT. I am not making this up.
Situation: The dog finds itself with a few hours of discretionary time.
Snowflake: Lazes around the house or outside, maybe chews on a chew toy.
Roxy: Tears around the backyard in a crazed manner, wearing down a path in the grass as she does so. Digs up the carcass of our dead pet bunny that we buried in the side yard years ago. Tries to find ways to escape. Comes to the patio door and jumps up against it. If the screen door is accessible, tries to rip it.
Situation: The family owns things they care about.
Snowflake: Every once in a while gets ahold of something she shouldn't, but at least she acts all guilty about it later. This is all we found of Cinderella.
Roxy: MUST. DESTROY. FAMILY POSSESSIONS. OBJECTS OF SENTIMENTAL VALUE WILL BE FIRST.
So yes, when a dog rescued from the streets or outer wilds of Dubai is a more reasonable being than the purpose-bought pet you had as a kid, that really tells you something. And that something is that Roxy was an exceptionally stupid dog, bless her heart. I did love her, at least as long as she wasn't destroying anything I cared about.
Which wasn't often.