Many of you have probably heard me mention Hula or a "Personal Assistant" from time to time. Well before you think me completely bat-shit crazy - let me explain...it might actually make matters worse but oh well. Hula is my dog that I received from my husband when we were still dating. She was the runt of the litter and after he let all his cowboy friends choose puppies out of the litter (and after he chose his), she was left. Now rumor has it that she hid from some of the cowboys when they had their turn choosing. She would run to the back or hide under her mother in an effort not to be chosen. This shyness did not last long. As soon as she became mine I started taking her to the horse ranch I worked on every day and man was she a tough puppy! Very hard-headed and would wander everywhere and run after anything that moved. She started showing her heritage by stalking the horses in the pastures and creeping up on them. Her affinity for livestock was so strong that it resulted in a wrist fracture when she was just a little thing. Of course I put her on the Canine Platinum Performance supplement and to this day you can't even tell which wrist was injured. Injured or not, nothing ever slows her down and she still loves running after squirrels, cows and at the beach. Running after horses is NOT allowed and she needs a little reminder every now and then - that hard-headed streak shows up once in awhile. I learned a lot training her and luckily always had the Cheeky Cowboy to turn to with training questions. For awhile he was encouraging me to take her to dog trials because he said "You could get that dog to juggle if you wanted to!", but I'm pretty convinced she would get distracted by the crowd and run back and forth attempting to get people to do "The Wave". The girl has personality that's for sure. She has been with me through thick and thin and is extremely loyal. She will occasionally pinch hit for the Cheeky Cowboy and work cows, but she truly works best for me. (Remember Dave my Yard Bull? Yeah, I wouldn't have been able to get him to budge an inch without her). She's more than a working companion for me, I joke that she wears many hats as a vermin abatement technician, trespasser alarm system, thunder buddy, spirit animal, furry BFF, and partner in crime, but really she is my best friend. So naturally she is spoiled rotten and sleeps on the big comfy bed whenever she wants and gets a well deserved belly rub every night!
