A dingo ate my bay-bay!

Yeah…..we’ve heard them all, and we expected them when we gave her the name.

However, her appearance and her temperament demanded she be named so.

She was born a mutt…her mom was a boxer, and her dad was a wolf hybrid (prolly shepherd and wolf).

She had the great fortune to come out looking like a Dingo!

I believe she inherited the best of all breeds she came from with the short Boxer hair and the big Wolf /Shepherd ears. She also had the beautiful golden wolfen eyes which made one gasp for their beauty!

Her spirit and intelligence were a wonderful mix of the wild and domesticated.

Dingo did not trust humans automatically, but once you earned her trust, she was the most animatedly loving dog you could ever have the honor to call friend.

Although she was initially skittish around people, she always chose flight over fight.

She was a gentle, life loving soul! In the 13 years Dingo graced our world, she never came close to biting a single human.

I only bring this point up because she was 1/4 Wolf, and I believe wolves are still maligned.

That said…like wolves, once you earned Dingo’s trust, you were one of her pack-mates, and she treated you as such.

I was lucky enough to convince her I was the pack matriarch, and she knew me as “Mother.”

Our favorite pastime was when I would get down on hands and knees, stand over her, and rub my head all over hers like she was my cub. Dingo would drop to her belly, and just love that I (a human) was carressing her like a momma wolf would.

I made sure to do this often in her last few days. Not just for her…..but for me as well.

I miss my cub terribly!

RIP my Prettiest Bestest Girl!