As some of you noticed from Instagram (@likeasmallfire), our household canine population doubled. We’re watching Syd, who is Lyra’s birthmommy, for a bit. It’s hilarious how two dogs could not possibly be more different from each other, yet share genetics. Sydney has some pretty intense herding instincts in her and as a result her inner monologue is a constant process of counting her people.
One… One… One two… One.. Onetwothree…. Two? Two Three? ONE?!? ONE?!?!?!!
And so it continues. Endlessly.
This picture sums the two of them up really well–Syd fearlessly retrieving the ball at all costs* while Lyra watches. She watches because 1–she doesn’t fetch. She might run alongside the ball if you throw it, but the concept of retrieving the ball, or even acknowledging the ball, is entirely lost on her and 2–Lyra doesn’t do water. Once, when she was a puppy, my sister and I were in a canoe and talking to her as she stood at the edge of the dock. In her excitement, she walked over to us and belly flopped right into the lake, and that was the last time she willingly entered a body of water.
Syd is the classic dog you can do dog things with. You can get her to catch a ball-in fact, she begs you for it constantly-and she gets really into faux-agility training things like jumping over hurdles and climbing onto logs. Lyra patiently stands glued to your thigh and watches Syd, cheering her on politely.
All of this to say–she is a really great dog. We adopted her after our German Shepherd was killed in a pretty tragic car accident, and she filled our house with happiness we didn’t expect from another dog. Well, she filled it along with her brood of eight puppies, that is–we adopted her when she was almost full term. Talk about exciting life experiences! We don’t know everything about Syd’s background, but what we do know makes us surprised and grateful that she’s such a good dog. She’s loving, she’s trusting, and she’s even gotten over her fear of men, thanks to my very patient brother-in-law.
*The hilarious addendum is that, as much as she loves the water, she is not a water dog. If you throw the ball into a lake, you better not throw it further than she can walk because this dog does not swim. In fact, a couple times we had to politely ask some of the real water dogs to retrieve the ball when Syd refused to get within two feet of the floating tennis ball.