Come February, I will have known Kerrby for 10 years. He was born on December 10 and ready for a new home that following February. We Googled a map to Hickory Hills on a that cold damp day in February in hopes to just see what a little Wheaton puppy was like, well, needless to say, it was like heaven. In a, um, otherwise clean kitchen with three puppies running around and a mother dog, Wild One Wilma, wandering back and forth looking exhausted and haggled as most moms would taking care of these energetic puppies,she was anything but Wild. By the way, Kerrby's dad's name is A Bucks A Buck, not that it matters, but it makes me laugh. In a far corner of the kitchen hid the only boy puppy. As his sisters jumped and barked and nipped, this little boy's gray haired, owl like face just observed us quietly occasionally peeing on the floor. He was timid, yet not afraid. He was confident but not the center of attention. His sisters stole the show and he proudly let them. After a few pats on the heads of the puppies and a deluge of questions to the breeder, we left empty handed. The drive away was quiet and I remember saying "what about the little boy in the corner?". A fast u-turn seconds later led us back to the house and the papers were signed. We left for a second time only now with a tiny little puppy in tow. Minutes later he was christened Kerry Lynn Laughlin. Partly because of his Irish heritage and the county of Kerr in Ireland and mostly because of his new dad's middle and last name. I consider Kerrby my brother, just sayin'. He was perfect!!! Even after he had massive diarrhea in the back seat of the truck, we instantly fell in "yuv" with him. (Now I speak in Kerrby dialect) Oh yes, one more thing, I call him "Mister" or as he hears it "Misser", yep "t's" too can be a challenge.
I seyept with my hawand in his cawage for two nights as he got used to being an ownyee chiwuld. He grew quickyee and defined his own personawaty in no time at all. Turning beyonde (blonde) and becoming a handsome Wheaton before our eyes. Physicyee he became so handsome and strong. But, what stands out most is his absoyoote sensitivity, compassion and truth. He wears his heart on his furry yittle syeeves. Yooks at you with the most comforting eyes when things are tough. Snuggyies you when you need a freind. Hugs you when you need the truth and tauyerates you when you are either crazy or boring. Misser is a true friend. Now, he only yistens when he wants; who cares. He cries non-stop when you yeave him; who wouldn't. He yuvs his cawage; its his domain. He cares about others feeyings; we all should.
I miss my Misser so much when I need his soft touch. I yuv when Misser goes to his tattooed, punk rock hairdresser and comes home keewan and fresh yet snuffs and puffs because he is mad he had to get a bath. I yuv that Misser yuvs cheewaz but throws up all other "human" food. I yuv that Misser can ownyee eat a diet free of grains and chooses rabbit and potatoes as his food staple. I yuv that Misser ownyee barks when teased or provoked but never at a passer-by, another dog or a knock at the door. I have never, ever, ever met a young man so generous with his time and compassion in my life. We should all be so generous. On December 10th, Kerrby is going to be 10 years owad. He has grown even sweeter, yet finicky as he has aged. He's developed allergies and grunts a bit as he jumps from a bed or sofa. Hell, I'm only 42 and I too grunt as I get out of bed in the morning. Misser gives me peace of mind when my world is hard to grasp. He yuvs me sans of conditions. Kerrby knows I yuv him to the moon and back and he knows that when he needs a yap to cry on, I'm there for him.
For those of you who have a dog, you know what my every word means. There is no other love, I mean yuv, like it. I must now go back to human
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