Puppy love
I was a proud pet owner for approximately one day. . . from
Sabbath school till after our Sabbath afternoon walk. They were wonderful
moments filled with joy, bewilderment (on how to pay for him, who to have watch
him over my holiday, how much longer he would live-he was an older pup), and
excitement and wonder as to how I would convince my roommate it was a good
idea.
He had a GIANT radio collar on and a leather collar with two
phone numbers and a full name on a metal plate. So I knew chances were good he would be claimed. But still,
I hoped.
Obviously he was. But it made me think. What do I want to name him if he was
mine? I decided on Bob Dylan. Mainly because the first name on the collar was
Dylan, really it only seemed fitting to name him Bob Dylan.
Bob was in our family for a short while. But those short
hours were filled with stinky dog and I loved them.
Goodbye Jack, you looked more like a Jack anyway.
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