Musing on Tebow turning two. Or is he 14?
Tebow.
Two years ago today you came into the world.
The runt of the litter you were always number one in our hearts.
A Christmas Eve run to Midvale, Georgia brought all smelly, dear 65 pounds of you into our lives and into our house.
Well, you weren’t 65 pounds the day we got you.
No. You were a bitty, black, furry lump.
Our two younger children had never had a dog before. Soon after the excitement of finding a puppy under the tree wore thin, they were unimpressed.
I told them to just wait. A good dog is the greatest thing in the world.
But even with the greatest thing in the world you have to overlook look some Tebowisms.
* A love for chewing up pencils and leaving the bitty wooden shards on the floor. Just after I’ve vacuumed. (How does he find them? I can never find a pencil when I need one.)
* Love of running. Tebow dear, you’ve really gotten in too good a shape. I feel like I’m running behind an Iditarod-caliber wolf straight out of a Jack London-Erma Bombeck sports romance novel.
* Love of sleeping on my bed after your run. You act quite bothered when I have to move you to make up the bed.
* You always want to believe that everyone is okay – but your bark gives the stranger who’s not fair warning.
* And I love the way you lay your head on my shoulder just like a child who loves his mummy very much when I get a chance to lie on the bed for a moment. The bed you have been on since I placed the last pillow back in place.
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Tonight when we were giving Tebow his cake, I asked his pack,
What do you love about Tebow?
Joe, 8 years. “He’s warm.”
Dad. “Seriously? I love that he’s not a twin.”
(Actually, he was an octuplet, Dad. So there. )
Hannah Kate, 10. “I love everything.”
Jake, a very grumpy high school senior at this second. “He doesn’t really annoy me too much.”
No, with the exception of your black fur on the white bathroom tile (and stepping barefooted on chewed pencil bits) you don’t annoy me much.
You are a very dear soul. Happy Birthday.
What do you do for the pet in your life on his special day?
Miss Abby (who is almost 10!) gets pretty much whatever she wants on her birthday. She is the sweetest dog on earth (no offense Tebow!) — although as a pup (also a black lab) she chewed many a shoe, fell head first into a fence post hole, got stuck under the house, and always always sleeps on our bed (even now when we need to help her get up, LOL). HAPPY BIRTHDAY from Abby to her Kindred-Spirit Tebow!!
Okay Julia — we’ll just have to settle that you have the sweetest dog on the northern half of the lower 48 and us the southern half. Our first lab — a yellow fellow named “Gator” made it 14. Loved him too.
What a stunning tribute to your ‘lil guy! As a new-ish puppy owner, I’m just learning this kind of love and how hearts arming it can truly be! Happy 2nd Tebow! 🙂
Galit — I’ve never owned a horse, but as far as non- human companions ago, to my way of thinking nothing beats a great dog. Have fun with your pup.
We get so excited about Halloween, and BAM – it’s over. We rip everything down, only to immediately start prepping for like 3 months of Christmas. LOL
BTW – Thanks for stopping by my blog, Destination: Unknown. I think you caught me on a venting week. 😉 Come by anytime.. hopefully I will be less intense.
Vent away…heaven forbid. What’s the good of having a blog if we can’t do that?