Patsy Ann, an endearing Bull Terrier, was a prominent citizen of Juno, Alaska in the 1930’s. Though deaf, she could sense ships arriving in the harbor and greeted every one. She even participated in community baseball games. She was beloved. 50 years after she he died, they erected a statue of her on the spot where she had once welcomed ships. A foundation in her name still supports local humane associations.
Greyfriars Bobby was a Skye Terrier in Scotland who kept a vigil at his master’s grave for 14 years. His loyalty is legendary in the dog world. A statue of Bobby still waits today. He is known throughout the world as a symbol of the sacred bond that binds dog and man.
You’ll notice neither of these dogs is a Cocker Spaniel…
We recently left the kids alone for a long day to attend an event where
dogs were not welcome.
The first time she opened the door, she was greeted cordially, but reservedly.
Only once have we left the kids for more than a day. A friend who was gaga for our furkids stayed at our house for the three days we were away. I left copious instructions on their routine and play habits. We called every day, only to be assured that everyone was fine. Meanwhile, I was reduced to petting stranger’s dogs and feeling guilty for three agonizing days. I imagined the massive greeting that awaited our return. What we got was a few licks before the dogs wheeled around to return to their "new" leader - the pet sitter! They had completely adapted - we had been replaced.
Over the years, we’ve become accustomed to the peculiar version of loyalty
practiced by Cocker Spaniels. They seem to hum a constant refrain of a
'60s free love tune "...love the one you’re WITH".
Cockers love everybody. That's the sad and simple truth. Oh, sure, it would be nice to think they'd pine away without us. It would soothe our egos to believe they consider us irreplaceable. Romantic notions of doggie devotion are a luxury we are not allowed.
As for sacrifice and and heroism, opportunities for unselfish acts and
and heroic deeds are rare when you live in a house in the suburbs. They're
on the job - dutiful dogs that they are - but nothing much happens. So
they get bored and doze again.
On occasion our furkids have waited 12 hours for a potty break.
Whenever we sit down, at least one Cocker promptly sits on us.
Wherever we are, there’s a dog either at our feet or just outside the
door (falling asleep so we can trip over them).
Is it possible that these little acts of heroism, devotion and loyalty
are so much a part of our life that we do appreciate them? Maybe Cocker
Spaniels are too modest for the flashy exploits of more famous canines.
OK, OK, you're not buying this? ~ You want traditional heroism? ~ Fine, be that way!
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