Adonis Murphy Miller

Arrived at his foster (soon to be permanent home) on June 15, 2010, a homely, half-naked little guy with big feet and coal black eyes.  Windsor Humane Society contacted KRO about this stray as soon as he arrived on their doorstep.  Not a pretty picture, he stole their hearts with his acceptance of whatever fate would hand him.  Fate handed him me – I drove 4 ½ hrs to pick him up.  I named him Adonis after the Greek god, a favourite of Aphrodite, who was breathtakingly handsome.   At the time he was anything but.  But I had faith.  All the way home, I sang along with Rod Stewart and his American Songbook CDs.  By the time we got home, Donnie knew his name and that Rod and I both have unique singing voices!

Donnie received his middle name – Murphy-- when he became a permanent member of my family (two fabulously gorgeous and talented Keeshonds and my adult son).   To me it is for Alex Murphy the hero of Robocop (one of my favourite movies) who overcame humungous obstacle to regain his humanity and was a Good Guy.  To my son, it is for “*^&%#@@ Murphy, what’s that dog doing now?”.  Either way it fit and suits him.

Donnie was badly abused – kicked in the back, yanked by his legs, crated a lot in too small a cage so that his back was hunched.  He was also kicked in the face which broke a tooth above the gum line where it could not be seen, cracked his orbital bone and damaged the vision in one eye.  For a long time he would not allow anybody to touch his back legs.  And he would not go into a room where he could not see a way out.  It took almost six months to get him to walk willingly from room to room at the vet’s office, and God forbid we took him to a strange place by car!!!  He would refuse to leave me.

That was then and this is now.  Donnie is a happy well-adjusted dog with a straight back who talks his keesie grumble constantly about anything from politics to the bad behaviour of Clyde, the dog next door.  His coat has grown in and while not as luxuriant as the girls’, it is a thick fleecy coat with Keeshond colouring and markings.  He still walks “tilted” because he has no peripheral vision in one eye.  He is very sociable (except with Clyde).  This is his home, we are his family. 

He will stand on his hind legs and wrap those big paddle-paws around my waist and hug me.  He sits proudly in the front seat of my car as Chief Navigator.  He is quite opinionated about anybody else sitting in his “spot”.  He never climbs on furniture or gets on my bed.  But he does go downstairs to my son’s room and sleeps with him once in a while. 

Donnie is very protective of his family.  Last month four young men jumped the back fence into my yard.  They were less than five feet from my bedroom window when I looked out! Donnie took great offence to these unwelcome intruders and when I opened the back door he chased them back over the fence and out of our (excuse me – his) yard.  I guess a jet black face, coal black eyes and big white fangs will have that affect on an intruder at 3AM.  I gave him TWO cookies for his heroics and promised never to yell at him for barking at night again.

A week later, he let out one bark at 3:17AM and my feet hit the floor.  At the second bark, I was at his side.  He was standing over Mitsu, the matriarch of our family who was having a severe seizure.  Then he laid to one side while I ministered to her.  Lucy our other Kees, lay quietly beside him.  When it was over and he was sure that the old girl(s) was/were alright he went off nonchalantly to his bed.

Guess it was payback.  Whatever...  There is a reason that Donnie arrived in our lives and he is welcome here until the end of his.