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I would never have guesses that we'd pick a Dalmatian as our pet. We've heard awful things about how rude and badly tempered and vicious they are. But since we already had one of those dogs (Rogue, the Doberman), we figured we'd five the breed a try, since no one seemed to be right about the Dobie. Not knowing much about the breed, we gave a free hand to Beth to find the perfect dog for us, and she and her fellow volunteers did a fabulous job! We now have our little 1-3 year old Silas, and we know that anyone who says anything bad about Dalmatians has either never met one, never loved one, or never had one love them. He was rescued as a stray after Hurricane Ike, and probably wasn't treated too great as his habits are a little weird and he tends to get into fights at the dog park, but in all, he loves his sister (maybe a little more than she loves him), and he has treated all his foster siblings well. His favorite part of life seems to be curling up on a soft surface, the softer the better, and having Mom tuck a blanket around him so tight that he can't move. He always sighs contentedly after being tucked in like this. Or maybe it's a sigh of frustration, but his smile leads me to believe otherwise. He has been scared and timid in a very mellow sort of way, so mellow in fact, that I had no idea he was actually afraid. But on Christmas day we went hiking at Vedauwoo outside of Laramie, WY and he climbed his first mountain! He did turn tail and run two or three times, but with a little bit of coaxing, Rogue and Mom were able to get him to the top. And boy was he proud! It's too bad that I left the camera in the car. Now he carries himself a little taller, and he wags his tail a little higher, because he's a Dalmatian who climbed a mountain! J.R. and Sylvana S. |
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