The Pecan Park Eagle

Duke

This is one of those days that finds me getting my practical bearings straight on what’s practical and what’s not, but this one is tough. It’s about “love at first sight.”

Now hold on a minute. I’m not talking about women. I haven’t fallen in love at first sight with a woman since I met my beautiful wife Norma about a gazillion years ago, but I have flirted with the hope of meeting another special canine friend before I die. We already have Morti, our little Shih Tzu, and he’s very special – and we’ve also been boarding our son Neal’s dog, Pluto, for so long that we’ve grown attached to him too, and we don’t really have time, space, and doggie maintenance money growing on trees around our humble abode these days, but if anything else came to us as another pet, they would have to get first class health and grooming care too. That’s just the way we roll.

But ….

…. But its expensive. Did you know that if you have a little Shih Tzu that gets his hair cut and groomed four times a year, that by the time he celebrates his 10th birthday you will have spent over $2,000 on his haircuts and another $4,000 on his yearly shots, vet exams, and heart worm and flea pills? And there’s no such program out there to help called “Obarkacare!”

Be that as it is, a thing called reality, falling in love at first sight is never tethered to logic, reality, or common sense. I do remember that much from my time with the girls of my younger years. Every last one of them was special at first. And so was I. For  a while.

Jumpin’ Jeehosafat! I was so lucky to have met Norma on the last train out of Loneliville. Otherwise, I might not even still be here today. Who knows?

With dogs, unlike my early life dating relationship experience with most women, I never met a canine that I fell out of love with over time – and I certainly feel the reverse has always been true. Dogs are the most patient friends we shall ever meet.

At any rate, I saw this dog named “Duke” in a picture offered over the Internet by the Houston SPCA yesterday and just fell all over in love with him. They could have named him “Bruce Wayne”, “Gotham”, or even “Batman” and been right on target. Just look at that face.

I’m a little saddened that I couldn’t have rushed to get him this morning, but common sense prevailed. With my limited mobility these days, I couldn’t have given  Duke the action he needs to stay healthy.

I could only have given him love.

Besides, somebody’s probably got him by now. If they have, they had better not bring him here. I will never let him get away from me then.

Tags: a canine batman

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