Out in the country, you’ll need a dog to keep wild things at bay. Just being present will discourage visiting racoons, opossoms, coyotes, weasels and whatever else you have around. Our Angel (of destruction) was a Springer Spaniel / Labrador accidental mix. HYPER! Definitely Caleb’s hyperdog. She was very friendly. Sit down to pet her, and she’d be so excited she’d run around the yard for half an hour. She loved the kids, loved to go for a “walk,” and would not tolerate a mole in her territory, which included a large piece of the surrounding farmland. Oh, she loved cats too.
She fought with a skunk one night. Caleb was scolding our rather smelly dog. “Caleb! Don’t scold her. She was doing her job. If she hadn’t fought with the skunk, you wouldn’t have any kittens.”
Angel was very intelligent and obedient, but you had to know the right code. “Angel come!” was the command to run down to the doghouse and wait to chain her up. If you wanted her to come to you, you had to clap your hands twice.
She figured out that I’d allow geese to rest, but didn’t want them taking up residence. After geese would land in the pond, she’d let them stay for an hour or so, then chase them off.
Always met the boys at the school bus. When she got hit by a car, Caleb mentioned that he missed her waiting for the school bus every afternoon.
They now have a terrier mix they call “Sass.” When I was last there, Susan said, “She loves to fetch. Throw one of these apples.” I threw an apple, and Sass joyfully ran after it, tackled and subdued it, then carried it to Susan, expecting her to throw it again.