Wednesday, March 31, 2010

A Boy and His Borrowed Dog

Our friend, Elise, who lives three houses down for us and who moved up here from Dobbs Ferry, New York two weeks before we moved here, adopted a puppy last fall which she named Henry the 8th because he was she and Michael's 8th dog. There were moments when I thought the dog was going to be ours, but ultimately we just couldn't take him. At the time, we still had Misty and we wanted her to live out her last days as the queen of her castle. But we all love Henry. I'd marry him if I could. The shelter that had him up for adoption described him as a Miniature Pinscher. I love Min Pins, as they are nicknamed. There was a gym I used to go to in NYC and there was a trainer there who owned a Min Pin, and that little dog used to follow him all around the gym, prancing like an itty bitty show horse. Cute. The two of them together - the trainer and the dog. Made me want to have one of each.



























But as it turns out, Henry is no miniature anything. Elise had his DNA mapped and it turns out he is one half Standard Pinscher (huge), one quarter Leonberger (huger), and one quarter everything else. Henry is not going to be a small dog but we love him anyway.














When Mickey is craving "a boy and his dog" moment, we borrow Henry and bring him up to our house so he and Henry can run around the yard. Mickey is so overwhelmed by Henry being here he can't just run around the yard with him, he has to bring him into the house and show him around, pick up him up and carry him, and force him to be cuddly on the sofa.
















































I love it when Henry looks like it's taking all he's got to hold it together. His tiny ears lay back flat and his whole head seems to do the same thing.































Elise and Michael have had to install an invisible fence in their yard because Henry and Cha Cha (Henry's housemate, and really, the Queen of all she sees) . . .













. . . will take off like a light through the woods, up the street, and around and around. So they can get out and really stretch their legs, Henry more than Cha Cha as Cha Cha has hardly any legs to stretch, Elise takes them both down to Umpachene Falls - I've taken you there. Look for a very early post. One day she threw the dogs and Mick in the car and they all went to the falls and expended a little energy.

Mickey is often the conscientious citizen. Upon arrival to the park, he began picking up litter to put it in its proper place.





































Don't you think he should be in Ralph Lauren ads?






























A birthday is coming up in July for one little boy desperate to have a dog that he can play ball with, circle the yard with and call his own. I hope Henry doesn't get jealous whenever that day arrives, and I hope he finds they can be the bestest of friends.