Danny is beautiful (to put it mildly). Danny is quirky (to put it kindly). Danny is a shelter dog Kristen adopted in September 2009.
Danny is, according to the paperwork at the Oregon Humane Society where Kristen found him, a Kelpie mix. He’s about 50 pounds, with giant ears and a small waist. He’s tall enough for Kristen to scratch his head without bending over much, but butt scratches require more involvement.
What is a Kelpie? I didn’t know either, until we thought about adopting him. The breed isn’t recognized by the American Kennel Club, so information is hard to get in the U.S. It’s an Australian herding breed, so using Google.au turned up some information. Rumor has it that around the turn of the last century, crazy ranchers started breeding their working dogs with dingos, and Danny looks the part. He could certainly eat a baby.
What’s the mix? That is anyone’s guess, and everyone does. Popular guesses include dingo, German shepherd, shiba inu, Rhodesian ridgeback, Native American dog, and basenji. Maybe some of these are in there, and maybe none. We’re leaning toward long-term pariah morphotype, if you’re into that kind of thing.
What’s his energy level? Nearly unstoppable, and he’d probably run himself to the point of medical exhaustion if I let him. He is by far the fastest dog at the dog park — which isn’t as cool as it sounds — though I haven’t seen him take on any greyhounds. He’s got endurance and speed settings, so he’s up for anything. I take him for a long walk, a run, or a hike every morning, and another walk in the afternoon. He gets outdoor time in the fenced backyard if he asks politely. Sometimes I leave him to his own adventures, and sometimes we play fetch with one or two balls. In between, he sleeps and eats.