When deciding on a new addition to the family, I think most people have an idea in their mind of how their dog should look.
“I like long haired dogs.”
“I have a penchant for a pink nose.”
There is more to making the choice than looks alone and I’ve recently seen a piece written by a dog trainer in France, Elsa Weiss. It really struck a chord with me, so I contacted her and asked if I may use it. This is the translation:
I am a Dobermann:
Catalogued as one of the most intelligent and most feared dogs. I have served the US Navy and I will not narrate my dark past on the German side. They called me the devil’s dog, but today they ask me to behave like a Poodle. They have gone so far as for me to wear clothes …!
I am a Malinois:
Gifted among dogs, I shine in all disciplines and I am always ready to work. Today they ask me to relax on the couch all day.
I am an Akita Inu:
My ancestors have been selected to fight with other dogs. Today they ask me to be tolerant of my peers and they blame me for my reactivity when one of them approaches me.
I am a Beagle:
When I followed my prey, I gave a voice so that the hunters could follow me. I was leading the dance. Today they put an electric collar on me to silence me and they want me to return to the call with a snap of their fingers.
I am a Yorkshire Terrier:
I was a rat catcher, fearsome in the English mines. Today they think that I can’t use my legs and they always carry me in their arms.
I am a Labrador Retriever:
My vision of happiness is a dip in a pond to bring my master the duck he just shot. Today we forget that I am a sports dog. I am fat and I have to babysit the children.
I am a Jack Russell Terrier:
I am capable of facing a fox larger than me in its own den. Today they blame me for my damn character and want to turn me into a parlour dog.
I am a Siberian Husky:
I got to know the great spaces of northern Russia where I could pull sledges at impressive speedsdad. Today I only have the walls of the garden on my horizon and my only occupation is the holes I dig in the ground.
I am a Border Collie:
I am cut out to work eight hours a day and I am an incomparable artiste of herd labour. Today they blame me because in the absence of sheep, I try to control bicycles, cars, children from home and everything that is in motion.
I’m a 19th century dog. I am handsome, I am alert, I am obedient, I can put up with being in a purse … but I am also an individual who needs to express his instincts and I am not suitable for the sedentary life that you want me to carry. Spending eight hours a day alone on the patio, seeing you a little at night when you come back and not being entitled to any activity; just a short walk to the bathroom, will make me deeply unhappy.
I’ll express it by barking all day, turning your garden into a minefield, relieving myself inside, being unmanageable the few times I find myself on the outside and sometimes spending my days on my cushion, then you’ll think I’m happy to be able to enjoy all this comfort while you go to work. In reality I will be in full depression, because it is not the preference of the human, but also that of the dog of the 21st century.
If you like me, if you dream of me forever, if my beautiful blue eyes or my athletic look make you want to possess me, but you can’t give me a real life of a full dog, a life that is really worth living, and you cannot offer me the job my genes claim … then leave me.
If you like my rhythm, but are not ready to accept my character traits from rigorous genetic selection and you think you can change them with your only good will … then leave me.
I’m a 19th century dog, but, deep down I am the one who fought, the one who hunted, the one who pulled sleds, the one who led a herd still sleeps. Sooner or later, you will wake me up; for better or worse.
Choose wisely. Here are a couple of our dogs waiting for a home:
Mateo – 4½ year old male of mixed breed
Mateo is a love and from the first moment you will fall in love with him. He is beautiful, walks well with you and he is an educated boy. He is a little nervous, presses himself against your legs, but he is so affectionate; a true gentleman.
Camillo – dob 7/10/16. Male GSD cross
Camillo was rescued from a property with his 7 siblings and parents in July 2018. They had had little or no contact with humans and the outside world. He arrived terrified of humans and watched as all of his family were eventually adopted. In order to reduce his stress of Perrera life, he has sponsored accommodation. He has come on leaps and bounds under their wonderful care. Now he just needs a home to call his very own.
For details of available dogs, please contact the Perrera via Facebook Los Infiernos Perrera Supporters, or email firstname.lastname@example.org
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