I’m Dusty T. Dog of song and legend. I am a black dog and I’m large, everyone says so. I guess that’s a matter of comparison. My “little” sister is bigger than I am, but I guess everyone’s right. I have a very loud bark and that’s a good thing because I must always protect my territory and my human against danger, especially squirrels.
I’m eleven years old, and I’ve been lucky because I lived all my life with my human except a little bit at the beginning that I barely remember. For a while I lived in a shelter and then I lived with my human.
For a while I had a big pack. I remember my Siberian Husky Sister/Mothers very well and sometimes I miss them, especially Lily T. Wolf. Back in the days of my Siberian Husky Sister/Mothers I had many adventures because they liked to explore. I don’t like to explore unless my human is there, but they would sometimes get out of our territory and run up the street. Of course, I went with them but I didn’t like it. It’s not always easy being a pack animal because if you think for yourself, you can’t always act on your own.
I had a brother for a while, but he hated me and sometimes attacked me when I went into our yard. He never hurt me bad. I did about as much damage to him as he did to me. Our human hated this. She understood it, but she didn’t like it. Once she got a big bottle of antibiotics down at the feed store and gave us both shots instead of taking us to the vet. That was a big surprise for everyone.
But I understood my brother. Like me, he’d had some bad times in his life. It doesn’t take long for canines to learn everything about each other when they join a pack. I’m a peaceful dog, in spite of my big bark. Now I have my pack mates, Mindy and Bear. Bear came to live with us after Lily T. Wolf died. When Lily T. Wolf died, I was very sad and I didn’t want to meet a new canine, but Bear was a puppy and someone had to train her. It turned out she’s a lot of fun. She taught me to play. I hadn’t played since I was a puppy. Life for us has been pretty serious a lot of the time. My human says I’m a serious dog, anyway.
I love Colorado. Since we came here, my life has been even better. Our human is always with us and every day we go hunting. People here are nice to me, too.
My favorite food is coffee with cream. My human gives me a tiny bit every day when she’s finished her coffee. Otherwise I eat kibble, and sometimes I get some chicken or scrambled egg, or a tiny bit of wet food, but I’m happy with what I have. Occasionally I find something good to eat when we’re hunting, but I have to be careful my human doesn’t see me. Fox poop, raccoon poop and cat poop are among my favorites.
What? Oh, my human is telling me to write about black dogs.
She says that black dogs are the last dogs adopted from shelters. She says there’s a bias against black dogs that’s based on, what? Super what? Superstition. Telepathic communication is efficient but I don’t always get it. You can learn about it here. We dogs don’t really see color, so I don’t understand what my human is talking about.
But if this is true, I can say if you find a barky black dog at a shelter adopt it. It will love you as much as I love my human and there are no words or barks to describe that. ❤