My name is Indie — short for Indigo. I’m a Blue Heeler, a purebred mix of my father (a Blue) and my mother (a Red), resulting in a handsome blend of gray and tan fur. People comment all the time, “what a beautiful dog!” Which they should. Since it’s true.
Not only am I gorgeous, but I’m also extremely intelligent, with a vocabulary that exceeds 100 words. My favorite words are “walk, go, treat, play, Greenie, and go-get-it!” Conversely, I don’t like to hear the words “stay, sit, wait, leave it, bath time, or time-to-trim-your-nails.” I’m pretty tolerant most of the time, but a dog can only handle so much.
I am currently four years old, which would be twenty-eight in dog years. I’ve been told that dog years are calculated in the same way people talk about marriage, where a single year can feel like seven. Having never been married myself, I can’t relate. But I’ve been around enough married people to have some idea. It’s like waiting for food to fall off the dinner table. Feels like an eternity.
As you can see from the photo, my ears are almost as tall as my head. My hearing is so sensitive that I can actually hear my people thinking about something even before they say it. I can hear the refrigerator open from a mile away. And I can tell the difference between the mail truck, the Amazon van, the UPS truck, or our car as it turns the corner down the street. I make sure and bark at the first three—every single time—and wag my tail off whenever my people come back home.
Speaking of my people, they insist on using the word “owner” when referring to me—for example “this is our dog” or “we are the owners of a Blue Heeler.” I don’t mean to whine about it, but the fact remains that they are my property and not the other way around. After all, who are the ones picking up my poops, filling my food and water dishes, sweeping up clumps of hair, and throwing toys? Sometimes, just as a reminder of who’s actually in charge, I won’t fetch what they’ve thrown, even if it’s Crazy Ball or Sharky. (You can read more about them in my blog.) It’s important to keep them in their place, otherwise, they’d be completely out of control.
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