25 years in their company has taught me one thing. I have a special affinity with Big Black Dogs. Geordie was a tri-colour rough coat Scotch Collie. He came to me as a 7 month old rescue from a breeder. We had 17 wonderful years together, and when I lost him I just knew - never again would I have a dog to compare. Gentle, wise, perfect in every way. The truest of companions. How wrong I was.
When I said Goodbye to Geordie, I had a 6 month old Boxer, Rosie. For the first time in my memory I had only one dog. I started calling her 'My Little Rosie Onedog'. It just didn't feel the same. All the love I could give her, just wasn't enough. I needed, have always needed, more of an outlet. I have a pack worth of love in me! We were together, just the two of us, for 6 months. Then I heard - through a chain of people - about a dog that was needing a home. I resisted at first, but after at least 3 people telling me I HAD to see him, he was MY KIND OF DOG, I went and had a look. He was living on a farm, but he was confined to a small yard. A yard he shared with 5 assorted Terrier crosses. He was a Goliath among them, His legs were covered in fresh sores and old scars, where one, maybe two, or perhaps all of those other dogs had been nipping and biting him. He was an outcast among them. As I saw him for the first time, he was being nipped by one of the Terriers. His reaction? A look of such stress, but his head held high, and as his legs were bitten and chewed, lifting his feet. It was like a dance. But never once a snarl or snap, just the head raised, stoically trying to raise his legs away from it. He was let out of the yard to come and meet me and Rosie. We walked through the paddock, Rosie showing her delight by constantly bowing before him, bouncing like a Springbok around him, and wiggling her little butt like crazy! And Colt? He stayed right beside me, his head smoothly fitting under my palm as I walked, and when I would stop - he would sit beside, and gently lean against me. I had tears in my eyes, I had such a feeling of - Mine. I couldn't believe it, I had found my 2nd Once In A Lifetime Dog.
Colt was almost 2 years old then. He is a Border Collie cross, with what I'm not sure, but he has the build of a Newfoundland and the looks of a Border Collie. He has been with me for almost 9 years. We lost Rosie after 6 years of Colt joining our gang, and for those 6 years he was her idol. He was also her cushion. When Colt would lay down, Rosie would go in to reverse and lower her butt until she was sitting on him. He loved it. :)
He has seen quite a few animals come and stay with us. Some short term, some long term. All of them have adored Colt, and he has never failed to be gentle and protective of them.