Coco Is A Real Lady

Author: siggy

Coco is a long haired eighty pound dog completely black with a splash of white on her throat.  She is a real lady.  When she wants a belly rub, she will raise her leg slowly and demurely to indicate it.  She will sit there crossing her front legs real lady-like.  At the moment she is the only one outside.  She likes her privacy.  She is out cradling her bone.  No one is going to get it.  She knows our bedroom routine and almost every night is found lying on one side of the bed.  She is extremely gentle although when she gets excited she will “mouth” you although she has never bitten anyone.  She is one sweet dog.  Sweetie, her Mom, always defers to her (and her brother Tilla).  Her Mom does not have one aggressive bone in her body.  Her Mom is a golden retriever so Coco’s gentle nature is not that surprising although Coco can be quite insistent when she wants to go out–a quality her Mom would never have.

Pax is a Rottweiler mix, one scary ninety pound dog.  He is twelve and most of the time has this bemused expression in his face.  Tilla, his son, loves to tease him.  He will have a bone in his mouth and run alongside him cheek to cheek eliciting warning barks from him.  Tilla know how far to tease him.  I really got mad at Pax the other day.  I bought our favorite crusty rye bread and broke off a piece.  I was not paying close attention for a second or two, temporarily laid it on the ground and Pax swiped it.  I was going to grab it out of his mouth but my other dissuaded me from doing that.  I was pissed.  He did it again.  He is a great bagel thief too.  Don’t lay one nearby:  he will grab it so quickly you will never see him do it.  He is getting a little crotchety.  He has his favorite spot in the yard–in one corner and will bark at anyone who has the temerity to pass nearby.  He is not really mean.  He just looks the part.  He is one dog I never want to get loose.

Coco is cute, her six inch bone is hanging from her mouth.  She is outside and no other dog was going to get it.  She is guarding her bone.  I gave out two bones last night and you can bet if she releases her bone in the yard she will remember exactly where she left it.  Sometimes our four dogs play musical chairs with the bones but often Coco will dash out in the yard only with the bone firmly in her mouth.  No one else is going to get it.

Enzo was one of my friends’ dogs.  He reminded me a bit of my dog Tilla.  Both were definitely characters.  And full of energy and mischief.  Enzo, though, loves the whole world and is extremely sweet.  Tilla could be timid.  When my son visits us, he usually runs in the opposite direction.  And my son is good with animals.  Both, though, are mutts and probably rogues.  And both want to play more than their fellow companions.  In fact, Tilla teases his dad.  He will have a bone in his mouth and run along side him eliciting threatening barks from his dad, a Rottweiler mix.  He knows how far to push him.  Enzo wants Scotch his companion to play with him.  And sometimes she wants nothing to do with him.  I will not forget my visit with Enzo too quickly but certainly will be glad to see Tilla who I miss terribly.

“Big Woof” lumbered out of the door barking every step of the way heading for the fence.  God knows what he is barking at.  He likes to hear his own voice.  “Tilla” his grown up kid loves to tease him.  “Tilla” might have a bone in his mouth and run along side “Big Woof” as if to say, “Look what I have and you can not have it.”  He does know when to back off but loves “pushing” him to the limit. “Big Woof” a Rottweiler mix, is demanding.  At night if he has to go out, he does his business quickly and is back at the front door right away demanding you let him in.  And not one second later.  I used to like to get a rise out of him and pull his tail and he would look at me as if to ask, “Why are you doing that?”  I love teasing him.  He does have his particular corner of the fence where he loves to bark at people who pass by.  If they are walking a dog, that is even more exciting.

“Coco”, our full grown mutt was cute.  Yesterday I handed out two big bones to our four dogs.  They usually play musical chairs with them.  “Coco” had one clutched to her chest sitting in the living room on the Lazy Boy chair.  She is a female and the least aggressive of our four.  Later on she moved to the other Lazy Boy chair in the office.  I just had to smile looking at her still clutching her bone right under her chest.  She is the most private of our four dogs.  She was going to make sure no one got that bone.  It was hers.

“Coco”, my adult female “pup” was cute.  “Coco” is a midsized long-haired black dog (about eighty pounds).  She was quietly and comfortably sitting on my wife’s Lazy Boy chair cradling her eight inch bone to her chest.  No one was going to take it away.  I just smiled looking at her.  She was all female sitting there so demurely.  When she wants her belly rubbed, she rolls slowly on her back–ever so slowly raises her one front paw to indicate that.  She is definitely sweet but can be quite demanding when she wants to go out into our fenced yard and we are not so quick to comply.  She definitely has the sweet and good natured personality of her Mom, a golden retriever, appropriately named “Sweetie”.

Coco is one of my “pups”.  I call her that although she is full grown.  Her Mom is our golden retriever and Dad is our Rottweiler mix.  She is totally black with a little patch of white on her breast, long haired with the most adorable fluffy ears.  She was the pup who hung back and observed before doing anything.  She is so different than her Mom, “Sweetie”.  Sweetie will demand your attention.  She will put her paw on you to get petted more.  Not Coco.  Coco is this unassuming lovable dog.  Sometimes she sits there both paws crossed so feminine-like.  She likes her privacy:  often she is the last dog to come inside from the yard.  When she has a bone, she is loath to leave it and will, often, run out into the yard with it in her mouth and return into the house with it in its mouth, too.  I love all my four dogs but she has a special place in my heart.

Coco, my other “pup” was content chewing on a bone, all by herself, outside.  She was two years already but I still called her my “pup”.  Her brother was in the house lying down.

I loved Coco who was an long haired female almost totally black.  She enjoyed her privacy.  Her mother, a golden retriever, was named Sweetie so I could not name Coco that.  Coco also was a real sweetheart.

Her nickname was wiggles.  I did not know I could love dogs (and cats) so much.  Each animal has their own personality.  And they are all different.  And I love each one.

All this is new to me.  I did not have any pets growing up.  My Mom was too fussy so she could not tolerate any.  So here I am with seven cats and four dogs, a real menagerie.  My wife loves animals.  And I do too.  I had to become an adult to find that out.