Three months ago, the Matron and her husband adopted a sixty pound blood hound puppy. He has an acronym for a name: Boc. Abbreviated for Big Old Canine (she would upload pictures but Blogger has decided to make every last move as difficult as possible).
Earlier today, the Matron's beloved, John, took the wild, high energy puppy for a romp through the dog park. Boc rounded a random corner and John heard a wild and joyful voice call: "Freddie!!"
John turned the corner himself to find Boc beside himself with joy, on his hind legs licking a stranger's face.
Stranger: "Is this Freddie? Oh my GOD. This is Freddie. Boy, I am SO happy to see you!"
John: "Freddie was his name when we got him but now he's Boc. But if you gave him to XXX rescue, that's him."
The young man got down on his knees and embraced the dog; Boc was an enthusiastic participant.
Young man: "My parents bought him but had to give him up because he was so high energy and they have all these disabilities. Plus, they had an old dog that Freddie was just always trying to play with. It KILLED them. to give him up. I've been worrying about him for three months. I can't believe I'm seeing him again!"
A few minutes later it was clear this was the same dog -- plus, Boc was in heaven. He loved this young man.
Strange Young Man: "Please tell me he has a good life?"
Whereupon John explains that Boc now lives with three children, gets daily runs, has company all day long, another dog companion, dog park visits, super good food, many treats during the day, toys, and pretty much the ideal dog life. Plus, he gets to play specifically with Merrick all day long.
Whereupon John explains that Boc now lives with three children, gets daily runs, has company all day long, another dog companion, dog park visits, super good food, many treats during the day, toys, and pretty much the ideal dog life. Plus, he gets to play specifically with Merrick all day long.
Merrick, in the van on the way home from school: "When I get home, I'm going to play with Boc for ten minutes, do four minutes of homework, play with Boc for 20 minutes, do 5 minutes of violin and then play with Boc for 20 minutes."
Good math skills!
Young Man to John: "Thank you."
One last rub on Boc's head.
And he walked away.
Crying.
15 comments:
this was a lovely story to read first thing in the morning. :)
Crying.
Me too.
JOY. It's like an early Christmas gift.
Maybe if you guys run into this young man again, you could offer him the chance to take care of Freddie-Boc on occasion. You might have just found a dog sitter!
Merrick has great math skills and dog skills.
(Also, we once named a cat Suc which was short for "shut up, cat" -- although strangely enough, it was one of the quietest cats that has ever owned us.
Shoot. A story to put on the "why to own a dog" list (with Merrick counting as he is). I firmly count on you to encourage my "why not to own a dog" list tally.
Lump in my throat here.
Sometimes I have nothing to add as a comment; but I do always love your posts.
Oh! How nice to know where he came from! How nice for THEM to know where he landed!
I don't think he was a strange young man at all. Sounds like his family has alot going on and that dog was a great source of joy to all of them. What a gift for him to know his dog is in the best situation he can be in with all of you. A nice warm and fuzzy story for a cold morning!Bramble
sniff. that was fabulous. good karma indeed ...
Sniff. Sigh.
Aw. You KNOW that gets me where I live.
Warming and heartbreaking at the same time. I feel for that young man. At least John gave him some peace of mind that his beloved friend found a good home.
It's really a sweet little miracle!!
Aw, man. Now I'm crying too! The love of a good dog is a powerful thing. Just ask the dog sleeping peacefully on the sofa beside me. The dog who I said would never ever be allowed on the sofa. Yeah, that dog.
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