HUGO DE LA TIERRA ALTA - A TRUE SAVIOUR

by Betty St. John

"HUGO"

As the pet transport doors opened Teddy Rose, our new female, came

straight out, tail wagging, her beautiful gold and white coat shining in

the morning sun. From the darkness of the inside of the van peered the

gentle but obviously leery eyes of Hugo, our new male. Slowly he stepped

out of the van, a sheer act of faith on his part. Hugo is shy and that

was only the first of many leaps of faith he has been asked to make in

his new home.

Though shy he is true to his breed and has never failed to do what he is

asked. Though timid around strangers, he patiently sits while they gush

over him, pet or pummel him, depending on their age and knowledge of

doggie etiquette.

At home, the upstairs master bedroom is his kingdom and he rules over it

from the bed. He has become quite the movie buff and enjoys nothing

better than sharing a bowl of popcorn with dad. So long as he's in his

domain, he feels secure, but around strangers he is still skittish and

insecure.

Needless to say when my three daughters and their 5 young children

decided to come for a week, I was concerned about how Hugo would

tolerate the chaos. Sleeping arrangements were tight. Two daughters and

their three children took the bedroom downstairs in the main house, and

another daughter and her two children slept in the guest house. The

guesthouse is across the courtyard from the main house, and our swimming

pool is in between.

Emilee Kate, the youngest, woke every morning promptly at 6 am. Her

mother would try to quietly sneak into the kitchen downstairs to get her

a bottle, but Hugo, or "ole radar ears" as he came to be called, heard

her every time, barked his head off to let us know someone was

downstairs, and in so doing, woke everyone in the main house up.

Obviously this was a great arrangement for my daughter sleeping in the

guest house, and she was feeling quite smug about it. However my

husband, an ER physician who works late hours, was becoming homicidal. I

told him, Hugo was just doing his job guarding the house. "Humph!" I

believe was his response.

That night my husband decided to put Hugo in our bathroom with the

exhaust fan on so he wouldn't hear Emilee's mother when she came into

the kitchen. However, his plan took an unexpected turn. Hugo didn't wake

the house up barking at 6. He woke us up barking at 2:30am! And I don't

mean the usual couple of barks either. He barked, he scratched at the

door, and he would not stop for anyone. Finally my husband, in sheer

desperation, went downstairs to get him a treat and there, standing

beside the swimming pool, sound asleep, was our 5 year old grandson! He

had managed to open the guesthouse door and sleepwalk to the pool

without anyone hearing a sound.

Anyone except Hugo.

My oldest daughter had been looking for a dog as a companion to her

Australian Shepherd. When she saw Hugo and Teddy Rose, she fell in love,

but told me she just didn't think she could handle the grooming demands

of a long haired dog. After seeing Hugo save Thomas, long hair suddenly

didn't seem like such a problem.

As for Huge..he went right back to sleep, puzzled by all the fuss!