When you’ve been married so long that when you hear her say ‘I love you’ you know she is talking to the dog.
Once upon a time, in a land far away, Czechoslovakia to be precise, I sat on a bench and watched a man and his dog walk through a park. I thought to myself how much I missed having a dog. I decided to discuss the possibility of a new canine companion with my wife on my return home.
Little did I know that in another land, far away, my wife was thinking the very same thing. On my return to England I told Mama Edwards of my thoughts, that we should indeed consider rescuing some poor chap who needed a forever home, a chap I could take out for early morning runs across the glorious South Downs, a chap who could come out to work with me, hang out in my van, be my buddy.
And so we brought home a three legged grumpy dog that hated men, van’s, and had no intention of ever going for an early morning run. Because … Mama Edwards decided that was the dog for us.
Ouzo Edwards, aka Ouzo the Greek, more affectionately known as Mr O.
This aloof enigma, the ‘anti’ epitome of the dog that lurked in my mind, the early morning running partner; the workmate and travel companion; the happy chap who loves everyone; the dog that instantly obeys your every command … I can wait for you to come to me because it is difficult for you to get up; I can sit quietly with you in the woods as you get your breath back; I can adapt a van to make you more comfortable; I can protect you from strangers that you are unsure of. And I can also be persuaded to accommodate a little brother, because you chose him. Because … I love you old boy. My boy.
And the moral of the story that started a long time ago in a land far away, be careful what you wish for because something far better may be out there waiting for you.
Editor’s comment: Who the hell gave you permission to blow me out of the water?
Sub-editor’s comment: Excuse me. I am still waiting for my turn.
CEO’s comment: Good things come to those that wait. Trust me.
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