Jolie, a puppy red Toy Poodle, was entrusted to us by dear friends for a couple of weeks.
We keep her in the house, in case she tries to escape, in the garden better not to risk…
The next morning I find her next to the bed, curled up on the cold and hard floor, so as not to be alone in the soft bunk that I had placed in the living room.
And then, coming back from work, my dogs greeting me without too much enthusiasm, and she instead, who starts jumping doing pirouettes as if I were her owner.
We take her out, she walks faithfully beside me, I give her leash to someone else and she puts on a questioning look grazing her incredible almond eyes
In short, a different dog, it’s hard to explain it
A dog that you don’t have to talk to because it already knows what you are going to say, that looks at you and “you feel it”, you feel it is there, it is there with and for you. Always.
The day our friends came back to get Jolie, I left her at home with my husband waiting for them…
…while I wandered alone in the car until they left with the hope, or presumption, that Jolie did not want to return to her home.
Obviously it didn’t go like that…she was very happy to see them (and them too) and she went away wagging her tail.
So it was that, bewitched by that Poodle, I set out in searching of a Jolie-like.
A search that lasted more than two years, with the doubt that, yes, whatever, the Poodle is a hyper-intelligent dog and that it gets attached instantly, but who knows if I will ever find one like her…
Well, not only did I find it but I had the confirmation that this breed is a concentrate of all the best, the beautiful and the good that a dog can offer to those who open their hearts to it!
All different, and also quite numerous, were the dogs that accompanied me from an early age.
I remember Yupie, a Yorky as smart as a ferret “gifted to me” by dad on my first birthday and then contended to the point of exhaustion when my parents split up… I think they fought more for his custody than for mine!
Giacobbe, the St. Bernard, who enjoyed digging up and heating with his 70 kilos the bathers who, under the summer sun, was “buried” in the sand on the beach (in the absence of snow you can adapt). All this when dogs were welcome on all beaches…
Then there was Dersie, an overprotective Collie who didn’t tolerate my friends and sometimes made some of them running away in tears.
Togo, the Bob Tailwho put his innate shepherd dog skills into practice by gathering, and here, too, necessity makes virtue, the children who played football in the parking lot under the house.
Obviously there were also the “losers” bought at the stores to get them out of their cages – store windows, like Lilli, a very sweet American Cocker.
The wandering foundlings like Oscar, a giant Schnauzer-like who after two days in front of my office door entered our home and our lives and stayed there for over 10 years.
In conclusion, all these dogs are different, both in appearance and size, as in temperament, attitudes, in the background of each of them.
There are also different ways of loving them, because yes, you have to recognize it, when you are too young you live the dog only as a loyal friend and playmate, but you do not realize his real needs…
In the meantime that I have grown up I have kept the same passion as always, thanks also to a greater deepening in cynophile culture and a professional training that allows me to operate with more awareness, becoming an Enci dog trainer, a cynophile educator, and now finishing the ENCI Breeder Master.