If someone at your local Humane society tells you that 6 week old pudgy, rolli-polli, fits in your hands fuzzball Aussie Blue Heeler Mix is the calmest,most loving, sweetest dog you could ever want...laugh until you shart.
He comes from a long line of pig hunters bred on the island ( the breeder is still in shock that he is a)friendly and b)has not turned our building into rubble...though not for lack of effort on his part) He is uber smart...like to the point I have an ongoing quest to outsmart my dog, the score is currently Thumbed Household Occupants 1,984 to NonThumbed Household Occupants 4,593, we have agreed to call a draw on the "Where the Hell is the Other Battery" incident.
I cried during Marley & Me...not due to the movie itself, but because I thought to myself..this guy got a movie and that's all he did??? My god, Nalu should be syndicated for life. We used to come home everyday, and damn near throw a party if the walls were still standing...(he *did* make us a lovely Dutch door once).
He is the happiest, friendliest pooch, with an endless supply of energy. He fears only folding chairs, hates only ceiling fans. He will fetch and husk you a coconut in under 5 minutes if you ask him to...he will also chew the toes out of all your socks whether you happen to be wearing them at them moment or not and molest your pillows. He will rescue you in the water and pull you to shore if you scream "Help Nalu" and grab his tail. He is impossible to stay angry at, even if he did chew the rails on your brand new custom board and now it is useless...
He will find tennis balls out of seemingly nowhere even if you are in the middle of the junglesque woods with no clear trodden path....he cannot resist cat poop. He will give you hugs when you are sad, and steal your egg roll right off your plate while you watch in disbelief that someone who is neutered has such brass balls. He will ride shotgun with you on a mid summers day at noon in a truck with no air conditioning and vinyl seats...he will attack the steering wheel the moment a cop pulls alongside you on the highway. He is immune to spankings, even if you *do* force your voice really deep and scary and make the mean face in his general direction.
He is a total chic/man magnet...but let him sense the slightest bit of flirtation from a party other than his "mom & dad" and he will not hesitate to take a runny crap right on their feet...he will prance away with his head held high because he is so proud of himself. He refuses to go in a crate, and if forced will destroy that $300 "guaranteed indestructible titanium reinforced rigorously tested" box. He humps the air, on busy street corners while on evening walks.
He is a muscle bound, spring loaded, hair triggered demon with a teddy bear heart. He is my favorite creature on the planet, even outranking meerkats and unicorns...I threaten to make adobo out of him weekly. I cannot imagine how dull life would be with out his antics, I remind myself of this every night when all I want is a place for my feet that is not hanging off the side of the bed...I plan to buy a larger bed.
I am hanging on white knuckled to the leash of an 80 pound crash course in life lessons on a training collar as he explores his world and mine...He is Nalu, and he is my friend.
(Artwork at top left by Jim Mitchell)
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