Posted: March 16, 2015 in Humour
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bob2At this point in our lives, me in my 50’s, my wife in her 40-s, our oldest almost 22 and our youngest 16 going on 28, you would think that the time is right to just simplify…. a good time to make things easier on ourselves, to look forward to changing things up. We aren’t getting any younger, as they say. We have 3 Shih-Tzu’s, they are all 7 years old, and we have a nice routine going at home. With our kids getting into that ‘depart the nest’ time-zone soon enough, the prudent thing would be to think of our collective futures

And so, we went and got a puppy.

I know. It’s counter-intuitive. It flies in the face of logic. It goes against the grain. All the metaphors in the world didn’t stop us from committing to raising another dog for the next 18 years or so (I hope). You might think that this is perhaps a mid-life crisis. But it isn’t…not really. My youngest son Mackie has been trying to get us to get a Miniature Schnauzer for several years now, and he finally wore us down. He is quite the little researcher too. He had facts, figures, places to buy them, the best and most recommended breeders, how to assimilate them with our dogs, the whole spiel.

I have evidently shown this kid WAY too much.

And thus began our journey to obtain a mini Schnauzer. It was eventful to say the least. These breeders aren’t exactly plentiful. And the process was slightly arduous. However, as we all know, effort can be rewarded. We found our breeder, we struck our deal, and we planned to go get our new puppy. March Break 2015….here we go.

And so I present to you….Bob. We had a choice of three available pups. She asked us male or female. We chose male. Choice now down to two. She asked if we wanted lively or quiet. We chose, in light of the fact that we already have three dogs, the quiet one. And then we met him.

Bob is his name. We came upon the name by talking through about 80 names. We ended up with this name in honour of my brother Bob, who passed away 2-1/2 years ago. My brother was a very soft-spoken person. Full of life and love, he walked softly through life and treated everyone with respect and dignity. He ran community clubs in Winnipeg, and left his mark as indelibly as one can. He is missed. And some may think it’s an insult to name a dog after one we loved so much. Bob sure wouldn’t. He would have been tickled pink at the thought.

Our new Bob is by all indications a softie. He loves to cuddle already, and is remarkably intelligent for a 12-week old. And holding him, petting him, I am hopeful that he has Bob’s spirit in him. Anne and I and the kids are smitten with him, and although my other dogs aren’t exactly thrilled at our new acquisition, they have already come to accept his presence.

I guess I’m trying to say that, no matter what your age, loving an animal is never wrong, and taking care of one that depends completely upon you is a duty not to be taken lightly, but is an honour.

Welcome to the family, Bob….may we learn as much from you as you do from us.

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