This
is my dog Porky. He's three years old, and although he's calmed down
over the last year or so, he's still crazy. We live on the west coast
of Scotland, and have access to parks and miles of beaches for the lad
to run on. He's a mixture of breeds, with the build, looks and herding
instinct of a collie, the color of a setter, and the temporary insanity
of a spaniel. He can run like the wind, and loves to chase around with
other dogs in our local park. He's a fabulous guard dog, even if he is
really all noise. He also is superb company, either in the house on
dark winter evenings in Scotland, or on long beach walks looking out at
looking out at the Atlantic. He's a member of our family, and is
excellent fun. We first saw Porky aged around three weeks, with all his
brothers and sisters who were born in a SSPCA (Scottish Society for the
prevention of cruelty to animals) rescue center. He was a chocolate
colored ball of fluff, with a white patch on his chest. I went back to
see him as often as I could whilst waiting for him to be old enough to
be released to us. Every time, I didn't want to leave. Today is very
sunny, and we've just been messing around in the garden with the hose
pipe. Porky is soaked, and tired out. Me too, but we're both pretty
happy. I hope Porky puts a smile on your face like he does on mine
every day.
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