Sheba – Princess of My Heart
If my wife is the Queen of My Heart (and she is), then my dog, Sheba, is the Princess.
What kind of blogger who loves his dog doesn’t feature his canine pal in a post occasionally? Heartless – that’s what it would be. I know she can’t read. She seldom browses the internet. But, in my heart, I know that she knows that I’m not giving her ample air-time. She can see it in my eyes.
We read each other well:
See what I mean. There is that listless accusing look that says, “You’re always talking about others. What am I? Chopped liver? Hey, wait! . . . mmmmmmm, chopped liver . . .”
She is a pretty little mongrel. I use the word “little” loosely. She probably weighs about thirty-five kilos. On a leash, it’s all I can manage just to hold her back. If she decides that she’s going somewhere, then I’m going also.
She’s about two years old now and I think she’s stopped growing. We almost lost her to a quack who called himself a veterinarian. What a charlatan! He’s been put on notice that it would be wise for him to stay away from Madang. He killed two animals the last time he was here and injured several more. You can plainly see the huge scar on her foreleg. It is just shiny black skin. I don’t think that she will ever have fur there again:
It is not that she is placid or lacks a will of her own. Sometimes she simply gets stubborn and I have to resort to shouting or get the whistle.
She is part Doberman, part German Shepherd, and part Rottweiler. There are probably a few others mixed in also. I truly believe that, in general, mongrels make the best pets. I’ve had purebreds and mutts. I love the mutts.
I am, after all, a mongrel myself.
You can get more of Sheba here, here, here, and here.
Woof!
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That’s a top looking “kid” you got there.
When I see a photo like the one above and read what you say about your “princess” – it becomes clear why dogs are referred as man’s best friend!.
I have a similar relationship with our dog “Gelo” and cat “Manam” – they smile, they get angry, they worry and talk. The word animal although technically correct is probably way out with both our experiences.
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R, We’ve lost a couple of very fine dogs in the 28 years that we’ve been here. I still grieve for them (like Mr. Bojangles). I think that the relationship between humans and pets – most especially dogs – is one of the most interesting aspects of life.
God can’t directly claim creatorship of Canis domesticus. They are clearly man-made. However, we can certainly credit the creator for making them so malleable.
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Cool!!! Good point of view, loved it. Great site, congratulations.
Thanks, Victor.
I dig your site too. You must spend as much time researching as I do. Great content.
I’m linking in my sidebar to CritterGeek.
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