|Horace - 1982 - 1998|
Sixteen years ago this month (September), the only dog I ever had that "chose" me, died. His name was Horace.
I didn't plan to get Horace. I found him quite by accident.
In 1982 I worked in center city Philadelphia at Girard Bank. I used to walk down Chestnut Street almost every day to go to lunch at the Colannade Cafeteria at Sixth and Market. During my walk I would go by a pet store, with a large window in front. Behind that window were frolicking puppies. This one day I saw a little orange fur ball trying to keep up with the other larger puppies. I saw that he was a Pom (Pomeranian) and was immediately attracted. Bill and I already had two older Pomeranians at our home in Downingtown. We both love Pomeranians.
Against my better judgement I walked in the store, curious as to how much "that puppy in the window" cost. The owner immediately went to the window and plucked the orange puff ball out of the window, took him aside and sprayed him (with deodorant I later found out because this orange ball STUNK) and placed him in my waiting arms. BIG MISTAKE.
I left that store with that orange puff ball in a box and went to lunch. After lunch I returned to my job as an operations manager in the trust department. I had to keep putting my hand in the box to keep my little puppy from whimpering. Later I found out I was bonding with him by this action.
At the end of the day I caught my commuter train back to Downingtown, hand still in the cardboard box where my new buddy was temporarily residing. The train conductor came by and saw the box. He said "You know we don't allow pets on the train?" I said "Yes." What was I supposed to do? Walk home? Then he smiled and walked away.
I got of the train in Downingtown. Bill was waiting for me as he did every day. I got in the Jeep and put my "package" the back. He said "What did you buy today?" This was back in my shopaholic days. Bill knew me well. After a slight hesitation, I decided to just put it out there. I said "A dog." He said:
He said "You're kidding!" I said "No, I bought a dog. You'll like him."
He said "Take it back!"
I said "No."
Long story short, when we got home I took the new puppy out and put him in Bill's arms and the rest is history.
|Bill and Baby Horace - love at first sight - 1982|
Horace lived with us sixteen long years. He died in September 1998.
|Horace, my faithful buddy for 16 long years - 1996|
Horace outlived his "wife", "T", who we got the next year and his their puppy "Babydoll" who was born a ten months later. "T" lived fourteen years and "Babydoll" lived eleven years.
|Horace and "T", aka as "Mom" and "The Boss" around our house - 1983|
|"T" and Horace go for a stroll on our idyllic acres in Pennsylvania - those were the days|
I've always wanted to get another Pomeranian but Bill is adamantly against ever getting another dog. He can't take the loss. Plus, at our age the dog will probably outlive us. But I saw this video this morning and I fell in love all over again.
I'm thinking about it.