This is Zeus, my Staffordshire Bull Terrier, given into my care by a friend. I have had him for a couple of weeks. Zeus is coming up to three years old as far as I can tell, and is nutless. He likes fetching his piece of knotted rope, or a tennis ball. He chases the dragons, but hasn’t yet caught any, I am pleased to say. Nor snakes, so far. He has adapted well to life out here. He is a great guard dog. He comes from a civilised background and is a good house companion. At night, Zeus sleeps on a big cushion beside my bed. He knows he is not allowed on the bed.
He does not chew the hand brake in my vehicle, or other possessions, like certain other dogs I once had. He is not greedy and he is pretty responsive to my commands, though I still have to teach him to walk at heel, sit, stay and to come at once when called, without coaxing.
Today for the first time he accompanied me down to the basketball courts where he conducted himself in exemplary fashion. The community dogs were curious but not particularly aggressive, and he showed them how a civilised dog behaves on a lead. He seemed ok with the children though I am not sure whether they were all ok with him. Some of the locals call him Arnold because he is without doubt the stockiest, most muscular, best fed dog they have seen. I have allowed him to be given that name. and let them believe he is a cheeky dog because that is what I hope will keep my garden hose and fittings from being stolen yet again when I am not around and he is.