His name was Jazz. He just died last year. Three weeks before his 18th birthday. I was going to give him a key to the dog house.
He was a real Australian dog. A kelpie Cross we call them. They can have any number of other breeds in them, the Kelpie cross, but as long as you can still see the kelpie in markings or ears or stance....they're all fine dogs. Oddly enough they're actually far better dogs, for many purposes than the purebred kelpie. Though the purebred kelpie is an animal of great magnificence, practical application, and remarkable physical beauty...they can tend to be hyperactive, scatty, bitey, and cantankerous if not actually on a sheep station, running 200 km a day after the mob.
The kelpie cross, on the other hand, can easily slot into that role...and run all day with the best purebred...and do the job as well or better than they too.
But it will also assimilate easily into your suburban life, as long as you love it a lot and like going to the park...and have kids. They love kids. They're the best dogs in the world to have if you have kids. They think of the kids like this I think......"Well. It's small. Doesn't seem real bright and it obviously belongs to those people who feed me and allow me to worship them. Must be some kind of a sheep. I'd best look after it."
My old dog used to come to get me when the kids were ill in the night. He would prevent them from crossing roads if they slipped out of my grip when walking and made one of those lightning-fast toddler dashes they're famed for
...he would simply run till he caught them, get right round in front, push his side against them, and ever so gently move them BACK from the roadway, till I had managed to catch up and could get their hand again.
He was $30 from a market in Sydney. Bought for me very much against my will as a birthday gift from a friend who wanted to cheer me up after a bad break-up with my boyfriend. I think he may have quite literally saved my life, as the week-long benders of drinking and drug abuse simply had to stop when I had a puppy to train...and walk...and cuddle.
Anyone who tells you that you can't buy love, never bought a dog like Jazz is all I can say.