My friend, companion, and child is a 3-year-old Jack Russell mix. I couldn’t ask for a better pup. Affectionate, playful, loyal, and super protective. She has a love-hate relationship with cats. She only loves them to death if they are her pet. The problem lies with those cats who feel they have the run of the neighborhood. In her rule book, cats belong indoors only.
Then there are the squirrels. Those pesky critters antagonize Keelaa. She has their number and knows the trees. Once she raced a squirrel to a tree arriving first only to turn around to meet the creature. The squirrel let out a squeak and raced away in another direction.
She is a chicken herder even though the birds are the same size as her. When it is time for them to go back to the pen, she has a knack for putting them away by pushing them with her nose.
Night or day, she is a guardian of the road and driveway keeping a sentinel watch over who comes and goes. She will bark until they have gone away, but she will bark with a toy in her mouth. Every night when my son comes home, Keelaa is there waiting for his arrival with something to hold in her mouth as though she can’t stand the anticipation of his arrival.
Cellphones puzzle Keelaa. She always wants to know who you are talking to. No one is allowed to invite a stranger without her approval. So who are you talking to and where are they? This home is by dog invitation only.
I love her though, she is a (bark).