Not so Lucky

Otto intensely disliked a female black lab named Lucky that used to walk by our house in the early summer mornings. The dogs had one meeting and it didn't go well. Otto is usually very flirtatious with females, both women and dogs. Yesterday I saw the owner of the dog and she informed me that Lucky, the female black lab was on the way out with cancer all over her body. This makes #4 on the test factor for Otto's ability to detect disease in dogs and people.

Otto's breeder once told me that Anatolians know when things are not right, they can sense it, they don't like it and will try to eliminate it. I must be careful with him.

On a happier note, Otto has been walking like a show dog and has even given me one, one little kiss on the face. He is even waiting for me at the door instead of paws up in the bed. Something isn't right. Maybe his brain got frostbit. Any minute, he will surely be parading with my sock, or trying to attack the red truck passing by or just maybe, all of the "bad Dog Otto" is behind us now. I wonder. He is just a little bit too accommodating, like a naughty light switch, he just clicked over to "GOOD DOG ON" and I'm not entirely buying it.

Maybe, at 3 years, 2 months, Otto is growing up. I doubt it, he won't be full grown until he reaches 5 years old. Maybe he is just horrified that I posted his pictures in various get ups and he can't believe that 5000 years of Anatolian perfection has landed him with a mother that likes to dress him up. Regardless, I sure am enjoying him and he seems to be taking life in good stride.