This is Nina. She’s a rescue mutt from the SPCA. Though she’s come out of her shell considerably since we first got her three years ago, she’s still paranoid about many mundane occurences and is outright terrified of things like men walking on the sidewalk and trucks of any kind — especially garbage trucks. Her personality type is likely an INFJ: “gentle, caring, complex and highly intuitive individuals. . . they live in a world of hidden meanings and possibilities.”
This is Maude. She’s also a rescue, though she never ended up in a shelter. One of my husband’s students found her outside of a liquor store as a 3-month-old puppy. Considering what a friendly and adorable fluffball she was when I first met her, she probably wasn’t waiting there very long. Maude is most definitely an ENFJ — the type whose “main interest in life is giving love, support, and a good time to other people.” Maude is ALL ABOUT people, whether they are neighbors, prostitutes, crack addicts, or friends of mine. She’s not about judging, just loving. She does enthusiasm better than anyone I know.
Opposites in many ways, yes. When a bottled water delivery truck driver stopped me on the street during my morning dog walk the other day to ask for directions, poor Nina thought it was the end for her. Maude, on the other hand, was doing her ecstatic happy-to-meet-you dance, wiggling and wagging with her entire body, smiling with her eyes more fiercely than Tyra ever imagined. I just held on to their leashes, trying not to fall over.
The good news is they are the best of friends: