The Sporadically Treat-Dispensing Huntress. I mean, I go out for twenty minutes and come back with some bird, some parts of a cow, the choicest pieces of the pig, a side of salmon. I'm the greatest hunter ever. They are all in awe of my awesome prey slaughtering skills. Sometimes, they would call me Chauffeur, because basically I spend a lot of time driving them around to stuff they like to do.
Izak my Dingo isn't a cuddler at all. He will not greet me ever empty handed, he will bring me something, anything he can find, bone, toy, rock,stick, leaf, blade of grass. Lately it's his bed, he drags it out of his kennel and runs to greet me. He screams when I get home, a very loud blood curdling scream, this is only for me! In the evenings he will lay on his bed in front of the TV and just stare at me for hours. He reads my emotions like no dog I ever had, I have to keep my anxiety under control or he will pick it up and it makes him almost unmanageable.
He's my "Rattie Roommate" and I'm his private chef and masseuse....
I love when he comes to me and just wants to snuggle and give little rattie kisses
If ratatoes have a language in their head and actually "name" things and beings, I hope he calls me something the equivalent of "security" and "love".