What kind of dog would you get if you had a chance?
As a loyal and consequent Jackophile… well, ya know what I’m about to pick… Jack Russell terrier. 😀 Actually, we thought about getting a Jack Russell sometime ago, but no, seriously… I’m afraid I have no clear idea. I like dogs, but I am not like passionate about them so am not an expert as for breeds and don’t have a favourite one. I’d just like it to be friendly and cute and clever. Zofijka dreams about having a dog, Misha is a bit too little for her, she’d need a companion with whom she could go for walks regularly and play outside, which she can’t do with Misha as we don’t let him out almost at all and if we do it’s usually by accident, plus their characters are as different as possible, Misha is a bit afraid of Zofijka’s exuberance and boisterousness. But neither Zofijka nor Mum aren’t decided as for what kind of dog exactly it should be. My Mum is terribly indecisive. Sometimes she wants a little, young and cute dog like a york so she could have it at home with Misha and they could play together and sometimes it could go out and then get back home and lounge on the pillows. Then she wants an older dog which is already taught some discipline so she wouldn’t have to teach it everything and it would be better to guard the house and it should be of a bigger breed and should only be on the backyard, not in the house God forbid! Then she says she doesn’t want any dog because then everything would be messy and dirty and it is too much of a responsibility for anyone here, particularly for happy-go-lucky Little Skunk Zofijka, instead she wants another Russian blue cat to keep Misha company – he’s really thirsty for any animal friends, it’s very visible he lacks it very much and is just bored most of the time. And sometimes she wants an Abyssinian cat. And then she doesn’t want any other animal because it’s just way too much for her to handle. Things are even more complicated because as long as we live here we had three dogs already, and all were just so stupid and two of them have ran away from us while the third one was trying desperately to run away because he missed his old family and was misbehaving so we sold him. My theory is that changing his name worsened the situation so much, because when he came to us, his name was Jacky, but Mum decided to change it because “it’s stupid” and because sometimes some people call Dad Jacky so it would be a bit confusing. He was going by Jacky for like three days and although he was sad visibly, when we finally changed his name to Bobby, the real troubles started. 😀 Well I’m sorta kidding but who knows… Wonder what’s his name now. Anyway, for my Mum, it all goes this way in cycles since about half a year now. 😀 Most recently when she was in a dog phase she wanted a pinscher. So nobody of us knows what kind of dog we want. 😀
How about you? 🙂