I’ve
probably mentioned this, but we have dogs in this house, and one of them is a Black
Lab. Being now a senior dog she is often sprawled out on the floor somewhere.
Sometimes she’s in the way.
Whenever
I have to step over her I’m reminded of another dog, a long time ago.
Jim
Boy, a German Shepard (mixed, because he sure looked like a timber wolf) came
into our lives when he followed our brothers home from the park and proved he
was very protective of little kids. The youngest boy back then was only a
toddler.
The
dog stayed and we kept him through a number of moves. It was in the last house he
lived in with us that I think he found his greatest joy.
The
upstairs hallway led to three bedrooms and the one full bath in the house. By
laying across the hall floor at just the right spot it was impossible to get
past him by side stepping into the kitchen/dining room so you had to 1) step
over him, 2) crawl over him or 3) move him somehow.
The
three youngest in the family, all under 6 or so, all opted for the second
option. Great fun for them and he let them crawl all over him all the time.
The
three tallest family members, could grab his collar and move him or simply step
over him. Even if he decided to stand up they were tall enough to straddle him,
though he never seemed to do that to any of them.
Bonnie
and I were the remaining two family members.
We
were too old to crawl over him and not big enough to physically move him. I
personally never liked the idea of waking him up, but then I didn’t have to. As
with the tallest family members, he’d often just stay still, but sometimes,
just for me, he’d get up and move as I approached him.
No.
Jim Boy’s fun was with Bonnie.
For
her he wouldn’t move. Not ever. She couldn’t even wake him when she tried.
But
the second she was straddling him, he’d stand up.
Now
you have to understand, between our lack of height and his sheer size, his
shoulders came to our waist, so standing up toppled Bonnie.
Jim Boy adored her.
She
got mad at him and eventually refused to step over him ever again, but I really
think he enjoyed it. Bonnie was the only who could never get him to move. So
I’ve always assumed it was his way of having fun, at her expense.
But
I’ve got enough dogs now to recognize that they each have a unique personality.
I simply can’t imagine Jim Boy not liking her.
I
mean he always sprawled on the floor and let the little kids crawl on him. He
jumped to protect the biggest of those three kids (since following him home
from that park) enough times to know he adored little ones. So how he treated
each family member was a reflection of how he felt about them.
And
he wanted Bonnie to crawl on his back like the little kids he adored and
protected, and yeah, he protected her too. Dog are pack animals and their
family is their pack. Bonnie was one of his puppies.
At
least that’s how I see it. What do you think?
