These are my dogs, Sidney (the white one) and Peggy (the black one).
Sidney came about because I wanted a turtle. Went to the pet store and found a border collie and lab mix and was overwhelmed by memories of a dog we had as a kid. Thought she would be a great family dog. She hates children. She doesn't just herd them, she actually bites their toes. I have to lock her up when people visit. She's grown accustomed to our three kids, but she only puts up with them for the food they drop on the floor. She knows everything we say to her, and reads our facial expressions. Why do I keep a dog that is not kid friendly? Because it's hard to get rid of a body that big. And we love the old crank. We all do. She's 7 years old and we've grown accustomed to her and her ways. We'd be a little lost without her. Albeit, cleaner and less afraid for the neighbor children's toes. Sidney has ridden in a police car. She's a total whore for riding in cars, in fact. So when she runs away...which has been a few times...you can chase after her with a jar of peanut butter or you can just calmly get your keys and go after her with the door open. She's knows the sound of both cars and will totally forget about the whole world and all its smells if only she can get up in that front seat and ride like the wind. She is named after Sidney Bristow the spy on the tv show Alias.
These are my dogs. They are the reason my carpet is gross . They are the ones that chew up the fence and dig up the flowers and sneak up on the table to lick the remains of a meal. They are the ones that sit beside me when I'm quiet and look up at me with total devotion. They are the ones that make me feel safer when Robb is away at night. They are the ones that make me cuss and then laugh. They are as ritualistic as toddlers, not quite as demanding, but definitely as dirty. I don't know how I got to be a dog person. But I am.