Tuesday 19 June 2012

Swap the lovely Staffie for a Snappy Spaniel

I'm aggressive and intolerant. It's official.  A survey of dog types says so. Should have got a spaniel. Then everyone would like me because I would be kind and loving. Great, now I know.
This survey wasn't out when I went to the Blue Cross rescue centre. I just asked for a dog with a great temperament. Wasn't bothered about the breed, though I wanted something a bit younger than our last one, a German Shepherd. He was perfect, but  nearly nine when we got him.
So now we have the Staffie. Fat, grunty, snoring Staffie. We call him piglet and Dumper truck. Shovel head and Tonka toy. He takes it in good part. Like he does everything else. He ignores other dogs, runs away from trouble and adores kids. He stays off the sofa and prefers to poo in the woods. The perfect dog.
Most people adore him. Some cross the road. Oddly, they are usually Spaniel owners. The ones who don't go in for rescue dogs. Kind-hearted to a fault.