Sun
I’ve owned two Aussies. I bought them for companionship and beauty. These goofy dogs are the Gomer Pyles of the dog world. You know, almost always on the verge of trouble, but too sweet for you to ever be really angry with them. Their solid no nonsense good looks paired with their luxurious wiry but still soft coats come in a dazzling array of patterns that is never repeated. Their eyes are always a surprise. The first thing you notice , at least when you look at Sunny, are all the splitting colors. The vet once explained to me that Sunny was a merging of three puppy embryos. He showed me that the three colors that make up the mosaic of his eyes mapped his genetic past. Behind the glassy mosaic, you can see the intense interest and intelligence that is the hallmark of the breed.
Without their beauty, they would still be awesome. An Aussie is never too tired to make sure his owner is safe and happy. Believe me, if I’m not happy or healthy, Sunny scrapes my leg with his paw or shoves his head into my tummy to let me know that I am not alone. Then he races around in an absurd corkscrew at lightning speed to jostle me out of a “mood”. Once, several years ago, I had to take heavy medication to make me well. The side effects of the medication were debilitating. He never left my side and, small as he was, he would let me put my weight on his shoulders and move forward as slowly as I did so he could help me to the bathroom.
I loved both my dogs. Hambone is dead many years and I still miss him. Sometimes, I catch myself calling Sunny by Hambone’s name. I don’t think that this is a mistake. All Aussies share the same spirit and live in each other and live forever.