Grav, Crash reminds me muchly of the dog we had when we were growing up - Muffin.
She was a Collie/ Jack Russell cross (two farm dogs). She needed a LOT of walking, and somehow that ended up being my job. Apart from picking up poo - which only happened once in a walk after all - I really enjoyed it. In the summer holidays we walked for miles. Literally. I walk fast and we'd be out for up to two hours.
Thing is, she was my brother's dog officially. We got her because he was scared of dogs. So he chose the runt of the litter. She was shy, shakey, needy, easily cowed, even though we got her direct from the farm she was born on and never treated her with anything but kindness. I don't know if people are really born Cat or Dog. Even if I wasn't I think she'd have turned me.
So it's lovely to see Crash and his heart and his obvious happiness. Even in photos I can tell he has more attitude than poor Muffin ever did.
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