Aside from Silas, I’ve never been around a dog that took walks on a leash and slept in the house.
It makes it a little hard to live with a dog like Silas, who behaves at his worst out in public, where the other dogs in our urban neighborhood are often behaving at their very best. I don’t get to see (hypothetically) that the sweet little Yorkie chews holes in the sofa, or that the Golden Retriever patiently watching Silas have some kind of panic attack has terrible separation anxiety. All I know about other dogs is those polished public versions.
This weekend I left Silas alone with my husband and drove a few hours to see some friends of mine. Since I was there last, one of them has adopted a German Shorthaired Pointer, Hugh. He makes for a very interesting comparison.
Hugh is the anti-Silas. Hugh loves people. Hugh loves walks. Hugh follows my friend through a crowd, devotion shining from his big eyes. Hugh’s tongue happily lolls out of his mouth, and his stubby little tail wags all the time.
Hugh also vibrates with energy. He’s so excited to go on those walks that it takes five minutes for him to calm down enough to get the door open. When he wants to go in the back yard, he jumps straight up in the air, as high as the top of the door. Over and over and over. If he gets left alone in the back yard, he will catch and kill birds. He will run after a toy as long as your arms can throw it.
Silas, on the other hand, is pretty happy with whatever level of activity he gets, whether that’s sitting on the sofa all day or going to the park to run two miles.
Maybe I just need to meet more dogs.