Tuesday, March 13, 2007
The family grows by one
My name is Frasier, Frasier Levy
London, Ontario, March 2007 [Click to see my face really, really closeup]
Because life isn't complex enough for us, we've adopted a dog. I've never had one, and we've been planning to get a dog for years, since our cat passed away. When we heard the story of this little dog's life, we decided we needed to add him to our family. He's an eight-month-old, Miniature Schnauzer, and his story is simple: the family that owned him wasn't able to give him the time that a puppy needs. He spent most of his time in the kitchen, with very little interaction with anyone else. When we met him last week, it was almost a given that he needed us almost as much as we needed him.
We brought him home tonight. Our youngest, who has always been petrified of dogs, now can't keep his hands off him. Our daughter said this is her dream came true. Our eldest son is adapting his daily routine down to the minute to ensure he doesn't miss out on so much as one walk around the block.
Sure, it's the honeymoon period for them. At some point, they'll start to complain about walking him in the rain, about getting out of bed to feed him, about keeping him from sniffing their feet while they try to eat supper. But those are issues for another day, and we'll get through them just as we have the initial transition: bit by bit, and as a family.
Welcome home, furry man. We've waited so long for you.
Your turn: Are we insane? Even if we are, what does his face say to you?