These are the dogs with whom (which?) I grew up - Oliver and Dubb. We got Oliver when I was about 8 and then Dubb when I was 16 or 17. Oliver was, as you can see, multi-colored and multi-breed. Dubb was rescued from the woods in Alabama and came home to invade Oliver's space. Oliver wasn't thrilled at first, but warmed up quickly.
Oliver was a friend, a companion, and a protector. He loved most people and was very friendly, but if someone approached one of us or came in the house when Daddy wasn't there, Oliver made sure they didn't get near us. He didn't bark much, but when he did it meant something. He loved to run and seemed happiest when he could run through the woods while we rode motorcycles. Oliver was also quite the "ladies' dog"...he populated every neighborhood we lived in! (Yes, I know that's not politically correct these days, but it was what it was). His offspring had a very distinctive look (just like him)! He was a great traveler...rode in the car with us all over the country (and even into Mexico once) - either in the front passenger floor board or stretched out on the back seat with Diana and I. Oliver had epilepsy (probably caused by being hit by a car as a puppy) and had to take daily oral meds. That was challenge - sometimes he would take the pills just fine inside a piece of cheese or hotdog, but sometimes he just ate the treat and spit out the pill! Giving him the meds was preferable to sitting by and watching the seizures, though. Oliver didn't like to drink water from a dish - he either ate ice cubes or drank from the pool!
Dubb was...Dubb. He wasn't the smartest dog in the world, but we loved him. He had some strange little quirks that probably had roots in his abandonment in the woods and from possible abuse before that. He was a little skittish, especially at first. But, he got over most of the quirks and became another cherished member of our family.
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