German Shepherd? Please. He got that kooky idea in his head because the shelter he was rescued from called him a “Shepherd mix.” Yes, apparently they were a tad delusional, too.
I would say the only thing Leroy has in common with a German Shepherd is a pink tongue!
Boxer? No, I don’t really think so. Leroy is built like a tank – a tank with short legs that aren’t at all like the graceful, long limbs of this breed.
If I were a gambling girl, I’d wager 1,000 TJ’s Health Bites that Leroy is most likely an Old Anglican Bulldogge (pictured below right – do you see what I mean?), or what I prefer to call “Terribull.”
I don’t know if the same is true of all Terribulls, but I must say that Leroy has the best temperament of any dog I’ve had the pleasure to have known. I tell you, the pup is always cheerful!
When he wakes up from a deep sleep, his tail is wagging.
When he gets sent out to the backyard for barking at the delivery man (a little trick I taught him), his tail wags the whole time.
When he gets reprimanded for destroying our dog mom’s favorite shoes and … well, I bet you can guess what’s wagging.
While it’s quite nice to be around someone so happy all the time, I must say that he makes me seem a bit like an old sourpuss – yet that’s only because I choose to use discretion.
I only wag my tail when a special occasion merits it, such as receiving treats or going for a walk. No tail cramps for me, thank you very much.
Sophie was almost 84 dog years old when she crossed the Rainbow Bridge last November. She was adopted by i Love Dogs writer Laura Goldman in 1998 from a Hawthorne, Calif., shelter. Sophie “Do Do” loved long naps, looking out the front windows and most of all, her best buddy Leroy. Check out her other articles!