Lynn-Dah-The-Dog was a Lab/Chow mix who absolutely LOVED Pink Floyd’s 20 minute opus “Dogs” from their album “Animals”. She would sit there in front of the speaker with her ears up, and tilt her head this way...and then that way, for the entire song.
Odie (a Maltese), who looked a lot like your dog, loved to ride the Harley with me.
Torey, the Border Collie/Jack Russel mix was so smart that she could howl on pitch during my vocal exercises.
Preston the Samoyed was an excellent Shedder and OD’d on Valium (Angell Memorial saved his life!)
My current BFF is Penny-The-Prancing-Pitbull, and I sing her name to her using the tune of “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer”, which brings us around to the ORIGINAL intent of this thread (LOL) the cultural trappings of Christmas, which are part of the American landscape, and which the left would love to take away from us! :-)
I have had several dogs, all the outdoor type.
My wife had a Jack Russell she kept in the house.
As our kids had gotten older she wanted someone around as I was a long haul trucker.
She said something about a baby, I told her to get a dog.
When I came home at the end of the month I quietly crept into the house at 6 am while everyone was still asleep.
Suddenly there was a ball of growling fury attached to my ankle! And it wouldn’t let go!
My wife ran into the room and disengaged the furball from my ankle.
That home time was a disaster. Dang dog spent the whole three days growling at me.
It took four months for the mutt to realise I belonged there.
Unfortunately after my wife died the dog was never the same. Wouldn’t go outside even though I had a dog door for it to use. She started urinating on the floor, then I had to watch where I stepped because she would poo on the floor.
I was trying to work through my own grief and it was too much.
I found her a nice home and let her go.