Almost a year ago I adopted a neglected, overweight, out of shape, socially awkward, dumb little dog. Her name was BikerPup, a Pug and Jack Russell Terrier mix. In the weeks and months that followed BikerPup flourished. Her coat was sparkling and soft. She lost weight and built up her cardio and her energy. She became a smarter dog, with a keen ability to recognize and differentiate the sounds of motorcycle engines, and a love for hanging out, listening to music, drinking beer and wrenching with us in the garage.
Every time she heard a motorcycle, BikerPup would pop her head up. She began to learn to recognize the differences in sounds of engines, and could tell when one of my the garage toys had come back home. I don’t just mean the difference between a cruiser or a sportbike. BikerPup could specifically tell the difference between my V-Twin cruiser, my V-Twin Harley, Ashley’s Ninja and tell them apart from any other bike passing by or any friends bikes that came to visit.
When we changed exhausts BikerPup would be uninterested at the sound of our bikes pulling up, until she learned that the sound of the bikes had changed and all of her enthusiasm returned. She could once again tell when we were about to come home.
Her keen ear for exhaust hums and her love for jumping on the saddle and being the least graceful “one of the boys” in the garage earned her the name we call her. Meet YouMotorcycle’s greatest contributor, Human Relations manager, mascot and epic slob: BikerPup!
Another peculiarlity of BikerPup? She doesn’t act like a dog. Socially, with other dogs, she’s a bit of a black sheep. You can tell her previous owners never let her mix and mingle. Inside, she clings to your every move, and if you get up to go get something, she will try to take your place:
Even after a hard day’s work.
And she isn’t afraid of jumping on to a saddle and figuring out how to sit… If she ever figures out how the ignition works I’m in trouble.