BetteTheRed
Resident Heretic
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Her
Lucy is a mystery hound as well. Vet and I think that she's a foxhound/husky cross, but who knows what else. You don't really notice the total foxhoundness of her, complete with the black spots, in contrast with the white and tan, the huge prey drive for small animals, the incredible speed (long legs) plus nose, unless you see her, wet (so you don't see the fluffiness) running parallel to a purebred tricolour foxhound, Charlie, in the dog park. But then she's quite fluffy, particularly curly behind her ears, with a husky's curly tail, and quasi-feathers that often dread (this is not a really groomable dog), and a husky's total lack of reliable recall, so that's our guess.
The best dog, all around, I have ever known, belonged to an old friend of mine, a massage therapist, and horse owner with barn, etc., great resource for Dave and I for horse s**t. His name was Opie. His mother was a husky, his father was an improbable beagle/Rottweiler cross. He had the massive head and jaws of a rottie, the very brindled coat colour that you'd see if you ever shaved most huskies, but with the fur texture of a hound, and disproportionately short legs, although not the exaggerated basset shortness, of a beagle. He was the gentlest, smartest dog I have ever met. He ran free on the farm, and it was his job to tell Nat if there were any problems with the horses out in the field, if his mother, the husky, was in difficulty in her pen or tie down (huskies are just runners, they cannot ever be loose; Lucy can't), and to look after the barn kittens. Stressed out Mom abandons a couple of kittens? Opie kept getting them back to her, or made Nat take them over. Watched out for coyotes in the spring, especially. R.I.P. Opie. I'll bet he's on guard at the Rainbow Bridge, making sure everyone's okay, re-uniting critters, etc.
The best dog, all around, I have ever known, belonged to an old friend of mine, a massage therapist, and horse owner with barn, etc., great resource for Dave and I for horse s**t. His name was Opie. His mother was a husky, his father was an improbable beagle/Rottweiler cross. He had the massive head and jaws of a rottie, the very brindled coat colour that you'd see if you ever shaved most huskies, but with the fur texture of a hound, and disproportionately short legs, although not the exaggerated basset shortness, of a beagle. He was the gentlest, smartest dog I have ever met. He ran free on the farm, and it was his job to tell Nat if there were any problems with the horses out in the field, if his mother, the husky, was in difficulty in her pen or tie down (huskies are just runners, they cannot ever be loose; Lucy can't), and to look after the barn kittens. Stressed out Mom abandons a couple of kittens? Opie kept getting them back to her, or made Nat take them over. Watched out for coyotes in the spring, especially. R.I.P. Opie. I'll bet he's on guard at the Rainbow Bridge, making sure everyone's okay, re-uniting critters, etc.
