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).
Life will not stand still, not while Keelaa is in charge. She keeps a sentry post atop by the windowsill looking for those who dare to walk down her road or play out in their yard without inviting her. Insistently she barks for them to pay attention to her or else she will continue until they are no longer in sight.
This window was once the perch of the cat named Sam and his late friend Gracie. Sam passed away two weeks ago leaving Keelaa in full charge of the window. Keelaa has never been happier. It is hard to tell who was the greatest torture, Keelaa or Sam.
Two years ago, when Keelaa was just a small pup, she was smaller than either of the cats. She only wanted to play with them and be friends. But Sam wouldn’t have such a thing. Instead, he set out to make sure she knew who was the boss of the house and who set the rules. The two cats tag teamed Keelaa behind the coffee table, trapping her on the floor by the sofa. Sam in front of her and Gracie behind her.
Gracie then began to beat Keelaa’s fanny with her paws. Fortunately, she had no claws, but Sam did. He stood his ground and didn’t allow Keelaa to escape while the beating continued.
How Keelaa cried. Not in agony. Gracie didn’t have claws, but Keelaa didn’t make the connection. She coward until a human came to her rescue, shooing the cats away.
A few months later, Gracie accepted Keelaa into the family, but not Sam. He continued to let the pup know he was the one in charge. That is until Keelaa discovered she was much quicker than him. After that day, she became his tormentor in turn.