Kola is possibly the world's worst guest ranch dog. He is especially obnoxious when he is in the vicinity of his mistress's office which he considers to be his domain that must be protected from all on-comers. He can be positively rude. Even when he is out and about with guests, he is not a cuddly little fellow who takes immediately to either small children wanting to pet him or adults trying to pick him up. Loving Kola is a testament to commitment through thick and thin.
by SuzAnne Miller
Dogs have always played an integral role in Dunrovin Ranch owner SuzAnne Miller's life. Nearly all periods of her life have been punctuated by the presence of a dog that seemed to fit perfectly with what was happening in her world. The majority of her dogs have been sturdy, large, outdoor dogs ready for adventures the wilds of Alaska or Montana where she had spent the majority of her years. The one dog that stands out as the single exception to that general rule is Kola.
Kola was born on April 15, 2012 - yes on Tax Day! Had we known his personality before we named him, the word taxing would surely have been a starting point from which to device a fitting name. It not only honors his birthdate, but aptly describes his presence at Dunrovin.
In beginning this blog post, I thought that I should first take a look at what I had written about my little Russell Terrier tiger in the past. As it turns out, I would be only repeating myself were I to continue with my current thoughts. My little taxing guy hasn't changed, and neither have I, since my last post about him in 2017. So in honor of his ninth birthday this past April 15th, I will direct you to my previous two blog post about Kola.
I don't want to close on anything but a high note in celebrating the birthdate of my taxing little bundle of intent focus, energy, and determination. The truth is that Kola surpassed all expectations on the trails with the horses. He not only kept up, but ran many more miles and enjoyed every foot fall. One of my life's biggest sadness came when Kola was accidently run over by a horse while running with us on the trail; the truth be know, I was responsible for the accident. I pulled my horse up short to check on another rider, disrupting the rhythms of the horses' footfalls which Kolas had expertly timed as he run between their legs. I was lucky to get him back to civilization in time for the vet to save his life and his leg. In spite of breaking the titanium plate is his knee, he had recovered and his spirit is undeterred ever if he has to chase life while occasionally lifting his wonky leg occasionally. I do love that boy and his take-no-prisoner's attitude!