Thursday, December 18, 2014

"He's the best dog!"


We all say it. We're scratching the grateful ear of a canine, talking in falsetto about this dog's ranking in the list of all dogs worldwide. It's a silly thing, but almost universal.
My Lovely Bride and I just celebrated thirty-three years together as husband and wife. During this span of years, we have owned 4 dogs - three Shelties and a Rough Collie. The latest addition, Jack (shown above), came to us almost by accident. We have a local breeder, from whom we had gotten our previous Sheltie, Duncan, over a decade earlier. Duncan had been a tough cookie, and I think I was the only one truly saddened when he finally passed. He had no real health issues, got around well, and, other than being mostly deaf and quite nearly blind, was just fine. He was just cranky to most folks, other than me. But, one morning, he didn't stir when The Lovely Bride went into the kitchen - so it goes.
So, a few months after speaking with the breeder (who works at our vet's office) when we took in Duncan's remains, she called and asked if we were still interested in getting a male puppy. I replied yes, without even asking TLB. This pup, I was told, had beautiful markings, a great personality (as best one can tell at six weeks!), and, like all her dogs, a phenomenal pedigree. But, at his first puppy checkup, the vet noted that he had an underbite, so would not be show quality. The breeder was quite upset, because she had mentally already started to "grow him out" for show and breeding. Her loss was our gain.
Jack is, by far, the best pup we've ever had. He's been sleeping in our bed, (as all of our dogs have done) since just a few months old. He has a cautious friendliness to everyone he meets, human or canine. He has a way of sitting underfoot when I talk with friends or repair folks that just warms my heart. He's sitting by my chair as I write this, even though it's a rocker on the front porch. He'd rather be beside me, close enough for an occasional ear skritch, than off by himself, rockers be damned.
He is, it turns out, the Best Dog in the World!



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