Chief is the best dog.
Several years ago, I set out three hogs’ hooves on the kitchen counter. Chief stood up, selected one, and left the room. I figured he had selected his. However, I watched as he went into my bedroom and dropped the hoof in front of Flyer. Then, he returned to the kitchen counter to grab a second one. By this time, Navi was at his side eagerly wanting hers. Chief dropped the second one for Navi, and then retrieved the third for himself.
Whenever Flyer, who lost her sight her last three years, would become disoriented in the backyard, Chief would gently guide her back to the deck.
And, during Flyer’s final days, Chief seldom left her side, always nearby, and often with his paw touching her.
This morning, I grabbed three chew sticks from the canister. I handed one to Chief who promptly dropped it for one of the pups. I handed him the second chew stick, and again, he dropped it for the other pup who scampered away with it. I handed him the third chew stick which he did take for himself.
I love this dog’s gentle loving spirit…