My Spirit Animal Is …
Perhaps not very exotic, but lovable

When I was young I fervently wanted to believe that unicorns were real. I read a lot of stories about mythical beasts and by far the most appealing was the pale coated horse-like creature with a twisted golden horn protruding from its forehead. I think it’s rarity and the fragility of its life also grabbed my attention- so many people wanted to piggyback off or benefit from the magic a unicorn could impart, it was no wonder unicorns were skittish and wary. If I had been a princess in olden times — a feature of so many of my imaginary games — I would have owned a unicorn. To communicate would be a simple matter of me resting my head against its regal neck. I would probably not have ridden it, as we would be friends, equals, but if it needed to rescue me or take me to magical worlds, then I would sit on its back and grip its flowing mane.
Nowadays I know myself better and reality has elbowed its way into my life. I can recognise the animal which best represents me. I’m a Spaniel — a silky, wagging, hard working Spaniel. Eager to make friends with everyone, I trot about, mellow and receptive, sniffing and socialising with the dogs I meet. I’m not proud or stand off-ish like a Malamute, I don’t dash in and take charge like a bossy Dachshund. I’m not aggressive like a Rhodesian Ridgeback or highly strung like a Dalmatian.
While I work hard, with my nose down, hunting for what I need to get the job done, my tail’s continuously wagging with my eager to please attitude. I’m a team player, like a Beagle but I don’t like to run with a pack. I don’t fizz with constant energy like a Jack Russell but I am keen, getting stuck into the work I enjoy, even if it means hardships such as getting muddy or wet!
If I meet another dog who pulls rank on me I may surrender, in Spaniel body language that’s a roll on my back to show my speckled tummy, but I won’t always be submissive. Going forward, having learned that creature is not my friend, I’ll give them a wide berth. Their aggressive behaviour hasn’t tamed me, rather it’s made me wary at best, distrustful at worst. Back me right into a corner and I will snarl then bark before I bite.
I have a neat body and to some I’m attractive, but without the scene stealing beauty of a Golden Retriever. I’m playful but quiet, friendly yet happy in my own company. I enjoy affection and fuss and am devoted to those who’ve earned my love & loyalty.

At home in the countryside and the water — such as the woods or the beach, yet I’ll find a happy niche in the city too. I require stability and a comfy, cosy bed. Food? Yes please, but nothing too fancy.
My secret weapon is my eyes — which are beautiful and very persuasive. You’ll feed me your last chip, let me cuddle up beside you on the sofa, let me drag you out for a walk even though you’re only just home from work. My spirit animal is a Spaniel, and I’m happy with that.
This post is linked to #WickedWednesday’s meme — why not visit to see what other people have chosen for their spirit animal. Some contributions may be NSFW.
