I remember the day we went to the local pet store to pick him out. He was in a cage with two other puppies, his sisters, the saleslady told us. He was a little golden fur ball tucked in between a little white fur ball and a little black fur ball. We each held all of the pups one by one. My dad carefully observing each interaction, "That one shivers too much" he said, motioning to the white fur ball. "That one is too excitable" he said, nodding his head towards the black fur ball. "I like the golden one, because he's the calmest" he declared, and then the little golden fur ball came home with us that day.
Arlo was only five and he was intent on naming the new puppy Beethoven because he had just finished watching the series of Beethoven movies and was obsessed with the big dog he saw in the movies.
"You can't name him that" I protested, "He won't even get that big!"
But the name stuck and he instantly sniffed, chewed up, barked at, peed on, scratched, dug up, and destroyed everything in sight, but he was so adorable that he could have gotten away with murder and we would have all said "aaaawwww, but he's just soooooo cute!"
Over time, he learned some manners, like how to pee and poop outside and not to chew up shoes.
16 years of incredible, unconditional love and friendship. I'll miss you Bey, be careful out there.
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| Beethoven July 14, 1994 - July 28, 2010 |
2 comments:
Dogs are better friends than people could ever be and losing one is rough. He had a good long run at sixteen years though.
I am very sorry for your loss. Sometimes we feel the loss of a pet more profoundly than that of a relative...I know that I have, and make no apologies about it. Bret is correct...16 years is a good, long life for one of our canine friends.
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