Spot-the-Dog is a foster dog that has come into my life through the Oldies Club charity in UK. Spot has many names: Spot the Dog, Spot the Pudding, Stan the Man, Bert the Muppet, Gorgeous Grampa, Sweetheart Boy, and lastly – Bullseye-oops-that’s-not-Bullseye,-it’s-Spot. Actually, you can call Spot anything you like, because he is exceedingly deaf. Fireworks are not going to bother him. To understand why I keep calling him Bullseye, I offer some photographic evidence to show you the likeness at certain angles.
Spot is 24 kilos, Bullseye was 36 kilos. I couldn’t lift either up the stairs or into a car. Instead, currently, there are some ungainly struggles to transport a mass of solid dog in/out of the car and generally in the direction we need to go – fodder for YouTube.
Spot and Bullseye both have/had the sweetest temperament. Bullseye died at 7 years of age, two years ago, and I still miss him. He was a Character. He absolutely adored Cantuccini – an Italian hard sweet biscuit with nuts. Normally placid, he would practically mug you for one, if you were sitting eating them with a coffee.
Spot may be deaf, but he checks on my whereabouts constantly in the house and is ‘quick’ off the mark to waddle into the kitchen, when I am cooking. In addition to being deaf, he has poor sight, and arthritis in his legs, but there is nothing wrong with Spot’s olfactory lobes. He can smell chocolates a mile off. Unfortunately, he can’t have them – not only is he on a diet, but chocolate is poisonous to dogs. However, I have the distinct impression that Spot has had more than a few chocolate biscuits in his time, which would explain his shape.
My dogs In Italy, Ruby (forefront in the above picture) and Sky are enjoying wandering on acres of land with my ex-partner and running on beaches. They wouldn’t like my little garden, but Spot enjoys it. He can meander out and sit on the grass and turn his face to the sun. He gives a little smile – just like Bullseye used to.
I hope to find Spot his forever home, as I am just fostering him. Spot is the perfect companion if you are home and sitting peaceably with a cup of tea in the garden. Bullseye was the perfect companion too. Bull Terriers can be misunderstood, but in reality most of them are delightful and make tremendous friends. (I’ll not say pets – that would be an insult to Stan-the-Man-of-the-House.)