Acquired: Other (stray, given dog by friend etc.)
Training: Attended conferences / shows
Posted October 19, 2015
I once owned a dingo. Not the pure wild dog from Australia, but the redomesticated version that is heavily crossed with working dogs in the Outback. They are incredibly smart dogs, capable of learning over 300 whistle commands. Dogs that don't test out that smart are not trained for sheep work. Which is how I wound up with my dingo, redundantly named Dingo. He was a smart, loving and playful dog, who could run like the wind and terrified people when he ran past them in the dusk. Dingo could hear the ice cream truck eight blocks away, which allowed the neighborhood kids time to con their folks into money long before it came into view on the street.
Dingo was not a fighter, although he could talk a good game. He was great with kids, and cats, and other dogs. Dingo once got into my grandmother's chicken coop, and chased them everywhere. He meant no harm, but he managed to catch one of the chickens. We could audibly hear her wing snap when he did, and he IMMEDIATELY dropped her and came skulking back to my side. He felt so bad for hurting her!
He lived to be 17, which is VERY old for a dingo, who live to around 8 in the wild and around 12 in captivity. This was mostly due to his diet controls, because I would't allow him to build up a huge layer of fat over his tail. To the day he died he was a smart, loving and devoted dog. I miss him dearly, and will never see his like again.