Opie was a small mutt, possibly schipperke/ chihuahua/ whatever else, that was found under an overpass. He wasn't exactly a good dog by any traditional means. He barked, he peed, he ran away the second you weren't paying attention and had zero recall. He would run around the neighborhood and return whenever he got bored enough. But to tiny Melanie?
He was the best dog ever.
With Opie I learned how to train a dog. It was a lot of trial and error between us but he ended up learning about 20 different tricks. Not bad for tiny Melanie and her rebellious street dog.
Along with Opie there was Barney, Sunny, and Junior. And still with us are Hubert, Tim, and Vinny (there's a big theme of human names for dogs in our family). Each one teaching me the qualities I would want in my future dogs and leading me to
Lacey and Lark
My beautiful dummies. The yote sisters.