Indy, my lovely Indy.... My life could be divided in two parts, my life before Indy and my life since Indy. This cute boy has enchanted me and ever since I'm addicted to Spotties!

Indy is born 5th Octobre 2009 and he finally came home when he was 9weeks old. In the beginning I wanted to give him a severe education, because I heard dalmatians were stubborm and difficult to train so they needed a strong and consequent education. He would not be tolerated on the sofa, not in the bedroom, only in the back of the car... Well, this didn't last long... Indy trained us instead. Now I cover him with a plaid in the sofa when he's a little cold, he gets the leftovers from the cat, he always gets his food first... 

If reincarnation would exist, I'm sure Indy was human in his previous life. He's incredibly communicative and I'm glad he's not able to really speak, because he'd be a real dictator. He doesn't like to be treated as a dog neither. 'Sit!' doesn't do it for him, he needs his dignity, 'Would you please sit down?' and then he accepts to put his bum down. I can tell by the noises he makes if he wants the cats leftovers, if he wants something to chew on, if he wants a plaid on him or anything else. Every personnel attention is received with enjoying and approuving groanning. Wherever I come, everybody has to see and hear him. It never takes long before all dogs know who's in charge and everybody is giving him attention and kisses. No, he's not the most loyal dog, when it comes to love, he loves everybody who loves him... 

Indy is also my dramaqueen. Oh dear when he has a little pain. He exaggerates so much! He whines when he THINKS he might get hurt... Like when a foot suddenly comes really close to him... En when he's really hurt, he shivers , cringes, drooling a little... And then he comes to me showing which paw needs my attention.  And yes, sometimes I just pet him and give him a kiss and he forgets his awfull pain and returns playing. But if that's not enough, you'd better take it seriously! Copare it like a man with a bad flew ;-) Days after you still can ask him 'Do you've got a little pain?' and the paw goes up and gives you a pitiful look... 

At home he's the man in charge. He bosses not only me around, but also Jazz and Salsa. He raised them when they were little and even when he's much smaller and less strong as Jazz, Jazz doesn't even consider doubting Indy's commands. Or at least he's smart enough to leave Indy in this illusion ;-) . 

Ohh, I'm just making fun of my Indy boy. But you got the point, I'm all in love with this boy and I'm so gratefull he came into my life and let me know this fantastic breed. The breed specialists will all know he's the 'less' of my three dogs, he has no pedigree, he's a little too small and tiny for being a male. But for people not familiar with the breed, all the attention goes straight to him. Just because that's the way he is. 

If you want to see pictures of Indy in action, click here.