|Can usually be found looking like a sad old man.|
I cannot speak highly enough of his temperament; unlike Mollie, who probably, as a dog we bought as a puppy from a breeder, feels a bit entitled. It’s almost as though Bingo has a sort of gratitude, without anthropomorphising ($10 word there) too much, in contrast with his old life on the streets of Dublin.
Though he and Mollie don’t fight as such, they definitely don’t get on. It’s more like a tolerance between them that exists until Mollie decides that Bingo’s tenacity to actually exist in the same room as her is just not acceptable, and she will either:
a) Nip at his ears
b) Flaunt a toy in front of his face so that he tries to get it before flinging it away (see: The Newspaper Game).
c) Run into him and initiate full melee mode.
|To be honest, we troll him a bit too.|
So oh yes, Bingo too can be a little troll when he wants to be. But as it’s a crown usually worn by Mollie at all times, Bingo does a wonderful job of being the dog who rolls his eyes when I’m chasing Mollie around for something, or telling her not to dig at the footmat at the door, or just having a staring stand-off with her when I’m SURE she’s up to something.
|Usually with less fish-eye, but a stand-off nonetheless.|
I swear, if Bingo could talk, he’d be my inside man (dog) to tell me the next deed she’s plotting.
|Maybe. Once I stop playing with his face.|