This Is My Band Wagon. I Like To Jump On It.

[ladysprite]

Okay. Playing along because I've enjoyed coming up with questions for other folks, and imagining what my own answers would be, and because all the cool kids are doing it....

Fill in the blank.

"Hey LadySprite, what is your favorite____?"

And I will answer. Possibly creatively, and within the limits of what I feel like sharing with the world at large, but I will answer.

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[guendalina.livejournal.com]

breed of dog?

[ladysprite.livejournal.com]

For owning? Mutts. I know they're not a breed, but they're a category, at least.

Just in general? Borzois. They are absolutely, utterly drop-dead gorgeous, and elegant, and sweet. They're also utterly useless, rather dumb, and fairly obscure and uncommon, but they're just so pretty... they're the sort of dog you get because they accessorize well with your velvet chaise lounge, not because you want a pet to romp and play with.

[micheinnz.livejournal.com]

Borzois! My favourite dog ever was a Borzoi named Rasputin, who belonged to a friend of mine. He was a big red-and-white with bent back legs (he'd been hit by a car as a pup and it had damaged his growth plates, so his legs grew in crooked). He could still run, but not as fast as other Borzois, sadly.

That dog had the best sense of humour. He'd run full tilt at you, and then plant his front feet right in front of you and bounce away to the side, laughing the way dogs do.

The only sound he made in my presence was a kind of happy growl if you scratched his ears, and he'd lean on you until it felt like you were going to fall over.

We'd go for long walks, I'd give him some off-leash time if I could (he had perfect recall and _always_ came if he was called), and then I'd take him home happily tired.

My favourite Rasputin story is about the day I took him to watch a social soccer game some friends were playing. I had him off leash and he was just standing beside me chilling out. One of the other spectators, a friend of mine and some of the players', asked if she could take him off to another part of the park to play with him. I said that was fine, and she called and called but he wouldn't go. He looked up at me as if to ask permission, and I said "Yeah, it's fine, off you go," at which point he trotted off after her as meekly as a lamb.

Goddamn, I miss that dog.