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Quite some time ago, I introduced you to my BFF (Best Furry Friend), Henry Jones, Jr. – a.k.a. “Junior”. I’ve never known anyone like Junior before and words cannot begin to describe the fun we have together. He’s a great family member, full of zest for life along with a healthy dose of concern for our well-being…especially when the doorbell rings or a delivery vehicle pulls into the driveway.

This month, our four-legged, good-natured, sweet-tempered, super-patient, cookie-loving family member is turning five years old. I can’t believe how fast time has flown – seems like he was just a baby and in a couple more years, he’ll be older than me! Goodness, the fun we have together every day!!! From the time we wake up to the time we turn in, we have a great time. Junior has a wicked sense of humor and is always up for a game of chase or fetch or even hide-and-go-seek. He knows so many tricks and is always interested in learning something new.Recently, I got home from work and Junior talked me into a rousing match of chase-the-toy where we sort of take turns holding the chosen stuffed animal and chasing each other by turns around the living room coffee table. When it was my turn to hold the toy and be chased, I realized that there was every chance I’d break my neck running around in high heels. I thought it best to go change into more appropriate rough-housing attire. To distract Junior, I tossed the toy across the foyer as I ran for the bedroom to change. I was laughing hysterically, certain he would chase me once he’d retrieved his toy.

Surprised and a little disappointed that I got to hang up my work clothes in peace, I changed and headed back out to the living room. As I turned to go through the door, I noticed the toy we’d been playing with was on the floor – in the very center of the living room entrance. I, of course, bent down to pick it up and see if the game was still on. At that exact moment, Junior jumped out from behind the doorway (where he’d been hiding in wait) and snatched that toy right out from under my hand. As he ran off, I swear I could hear him laughing. I was shocked! He totally tricked me! Then I was laughing so hard I could barely stand up – and as I staggered into the living room, I was so thankful! I felt so fortunate and blessed to have this crazy, loving, perfect “person” in my life. Happy Birthday, Junior! And many happy returns of the day. (Don’t tell him, but I ordered a BarkBox subscription for his birthday gift – I’ll post a YouTube video when he opens it!)Do YOU have a Best Furry Friend? Who is it? I’d love to see a picture and hear how you met!

Let’s talk about our pets! Since I’ve become a member of a group I used to mock and ridicule (“Dog people”), I find I understand pet lovers in a previously unimaginable way – and I love to hear their pet stories. Surely I’m not the only one here with a pet named after a Disney character (Well, Indiana Jones is Disney now, right?). Silly me, I could never understand how people could become so attached to animals. I mean – they’re not people, right? You can’t possibly love them in the same way you love your other family members – seriously, that’s just ridiculous! Ha!

Living in the country, we’ve had lots of pets over the years – farm dogs, cats, a couple of rats, a guinea pig, a lizard and a few temporary visitors on top of that. I like animals just fine, but never really had one that was just mine – unless you count a couple of goldfish named Zeus and Appolo I had in college (let’s not talk about them, hmmmmkay?). I never felt the need to be…let’s say…an independent pet parent. I was fine sharing family pets with The Fam.

In 2010, during the summer before Joseph started his Sophomore year in high school, I started thinking about how fast the time would fly by – he’d soon be graduating and leaving home and Raymond and I would be alone – with no children to tend to. I guess on some deep level, this thought scared me. I started thinking about getting a pet of my own – someone to fill the void. Our house had been, more often than not, filled with rowdy, noisy teenagers – I liked it that way! Once Joseph left for college, things were bound to be quiet. Too quiet maybe. Yup – I needed a plan. No, a dog wouldn’t be as good as a houseful of kids, but my first ever, all my own, inside-the-house dog would offer new challenges and opportunities to take care of someone. Raymond’s pretty self-sufficient and has never wanted to be fussed over – there was a decent probability without a diversion, my attention might focus TOO much on Raymond since, by default, he’d be the only one available to dote on.

My opinion about how people should behave with pets was completely changed when I met Henry Jones, Junior for the first time. Junior had spent the first 8 weeks of his life at a kennel in rural Illinois that specializes in raising excellent Aussiedoodles (Pecan Place Kennels). Aussiedoodles are a hybrid between Australian Shepherd and Poodle (standard poodle in Junior’s case). As we came face to face – he, surrounded by his brothers and sisters, and I, a bit nervous about how we’d get along – I took one look into those soft, sweet eyes and saw, not a dog – not an animal at all – but love. Pure, unconditional love and trust – I did nothing to earn, nothing to deserve. Junior and I just belonged together and we both knew it, beyond a shadow of a doubt, in that one, singular moment of connection.

So, that’s how I became a “dog person”. It didn’t happen gradually and it wasn’t something I’d planned on. I didn’t have to work on building a relationship with this member of another species – it happened instantaneously and took me completely by surprise. I read a book the breeder recommended by the Monks of New Skete called “How to be Your Dog’s Best Friend” before Junior and I met. I learned a lot about being a good family member to a dog and how to help that dog be a good family member in return. We still follow most of the rules the Monks laid down in the book. Do I wish that Junior jumped a little less? Sure. I absolutely wish he didn’t have to bark so loud whenever a car pulls in the driveway. But our dog is funny with a great personality and a tremendous sense of humor. He’s super smart and loves to do tricks and play games. He’s my constant companion whenever I’m at home and is always happy to see me no matter what – whether I’ve been gone 10 minutes, 10 hours, or 10 days.