Most everyone who knows me, knows that I love my dogs. I like them more than most people and sometimes even more than my kids. There are so many reasons why that last statement is true. The dogs don’t leave pop bottles lying around the house. They don’t back talk, well usually. The listen for the most part. They don’t give me the evil eye or roll their eyes at me when asked to do something. The don’t put things in the microwave uncovered and make a ridiculous mess out of it.
The point of this post is that even though each of my three dogs is the same age (within a few months) and raised exactly the same, they all have unique personalities, traits, and quirks.
Jake is a big baby. He is scared of everything including his own shadow. He loves me completely. If I leave he lies by the door and whimpers and cries for me or so I am told since I am not here to hear it for myself. He loves to run through the yard as fast as he can, lord help anything that may be in his way. He sleeps in bed with us. Usually at the bottom curled up by our feet.
Jewels is a bitch, literally and figuratively. She thinks she rules the roost and that it is all about her. She loves toys, mainly tennis balls and anything that squeaks. Here newest favorite is a duck that sounds like a duck. Not exactly a quack but that noise they make with they fly. She loves to play catch and run after one of here many tennis balls. She is quit spoiled. She searches through the bags when I come back from shopping looking for her newest toys. When she hears the lid pop off the tennis balls she will come running from where ever she is and just waits for all three.
Butterscotch is a kids dog. Where ever the youngest child is you will find him. He will just lay in the yard and watch him play. They go for walks in the woods together and play in the creek. Well the child plays in the creek, Butterscotch may walk in to take a drink but that’s about it. He is a Sheltie and it takes FOREVER for him to dry so he does prefer not to get wet. Amazingly enough the only thing he doesn’t do with the boy is sleep with him. He will sleep in his doorway or with me and the husband.
What about your pets? What kind of personalities do they have?