A Dog’s Tale
He was a rescued 8-week-old puppy fostered by my sister’s tailor that my sister had decided to adopt. It was a surprise that she would do such a thing as she’s not much of an animal person. But when you see a picture of him taken the evening he joined the household, you’ll understand her decision:
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He’s CUTE! Compared to the other two four-legged members of the family - a rottweiler called Lok (Chinese variation of Rott, but also meaning “happy”) and a doberman called Morpheus - he looks more approachable, too. As the smallest of the three, he has been nicknamed SmallDog, although over the months, he has grown quite a bit, so that now, we must remember to call him by his real name, Prince.
Over the months since he joined the household, two other things have happened to Prince. His pair of ears have become mismatched - the right ear is upright while the left ear remains droopy, and his tail has flowered into quite a magnificent brush. Here he is at 11 months old.
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Another view of his tail.
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That’s his “house” behind him, a section of the corridor leading from the garden into the wash area. He remains on a chain even when home because he’s still able to squeeze between the grille bars, as in the picture above. Initially, we thought he’d grown too big to squeeze through, but one evening, the maid had found him seated at the door watching her at work. To prevent any doggy encounters with my sister, it was decided to return him to his chain.
One thing we’ve still not been able to determine is his breed. Sure, he’s a mixed, but of what breeds in particular? One vet thinks he’s a Spitz - Cavalier King Charles mix, while another vet thinks he also has Collie blood in him, too. Looking at the three pictures here, any suggestions what he might be?
