Buster has got to be Blackie! Or Negro, I named him Negro, but my husband couldn’t say that. He looks so much like him–it’s the look in the eyes!!! And everything you say about him matches Blackie’s personality. Absolutly the best dog in the world!
We lived in Ren-Wu, my husband, my little Frise, and I. This black lab hung around with a wild little kitty. He never ran with the many temple dogs that hung out at the local temple which was only about two blocks away. He kept the other dogs off that cat and they shared food. In return, the cat let him dragg her around by the head, but he never once hurt her.
He became friends with my dog. I mean this!! They were friends!! They ran and played, and he kept the other big dogs off my little one. When my dog had to wear a collar to keep him from scratching, Blackie would whine at him and try to tug the collar off, very gently, until he knew I saw him. Then he would stop.
My dog was too dumb/stubborn to come when called, but I could say, “Blackie, go get Shao Bai!” And he would indeed get him and bring him to the front step. We fed him and his hair became shinny again and started to grow back. He was very faithful to us. He was skiddish, though, and wouldn’t let me bathe him, though he did eventually let me pet him.
Unfortunatly, we had to leave for a family emergency to the States. That was at the time of 9/11 and we didn’t get home for months. I never knew what happened to him.
Now, I know it seems unlikley that it’s him after all that time, but my goodness, that doggy in the photo looks so much like Blackie, and the personality is so similar.
If you’re thinking about adopting, trust me, he’s much more of an asset than a liability. For the cost of a little food you’ll have a very intellegent best friend more faithful than your brother. This is one special dog! How I wish I could take him, but I’m in the States now.
I forgot to say that I could never get him to come into the house, even in the rain. Once, durring a typhoon, I opened up the garadge for him and he did come in, but just inside. He didn’t really seem to understand that he could come in and be safe, though he say our little dog go in and out every day. And he never, ever barked.