For those of you who have not read the Sheba story
here is some background on Ben. He was a Pound Dog, home castrated, tooth
knocked out, scared of people and sticks, He was so bad when I got him that I
ended up keeping him and he became a very good faithful cheeky boy. He and Sheba
became the greatest of friends and one would not go anywhere without the other.
When she died I had to hand feed him for 3 months
because he was fretting for her. He eventually settled into a new routine. Six
months later I decided to get him a new friend. I named her Shez. He tried to
play with her like he used to with Sheba where he and her would play tug and war
with the ball, but Shez was too young to understand and simply wouldn't grab and
pull on the ball in his mouth. Eventually he would give up with her and lie down
and she would then climb all over him.
Shez though always remained a scared girl and never
got into the tug and war routine. Only the ball with her counts.
Ben during his growing up years with Sheba used to
often give her a hard time but she gave back as good and the two where always
best of friends, Shez ended up roughing him up just like he used to do to Sheba
but he did not give her back what she gave him, instead he placidly took all her
cheek.
