We have a new dog. A golden retriever. And it’s with a touch of guilt that I write this post to mention it. After Merlin, our shepherd mix, passed away, I looked at adopting again. I started the search process, but grew frustrated and impatient with it. Here in Los Angeles, there are thousands of dogs to choose from. Very sad. It’s overwhelming, and makes you wonder how it’s possible that all of these dogs need homes. Humans, hmm.
I had something else to consider regarding which dog to get: my time is running out. I don’t feel comfortable believing I have loads of days ahead of me thanks to cystic fibrosis and my current health and age. Again, I’m the luckiest guy in the world. But I’m not going to count on that luck holding out forever. One bad virus or infection and who knows.
So, I made an executive decision and chose a predictable dog breed that I’ve always loved, and one that would be great for my daughter and wife, especially in the long run if I’m not around. They love cuddly, friendly dogs. And we couldn’t get another yellow lab because we already had the greatest one ever.
Enter Griffin, or Griff. Or when he steals stuff, Grifter.
He’s 34 pounds of pure fluff and fun, and working on growing into his paws, which look really big right now.
The best news: the reality of having him is better than the dream. He’s a little gem and exactly what I wanted. He’s smart and learns fast. And he’s full of mischief at times, but calm in nature. And he is friendly when meeting people and other dogs.
He draws a crowd in public. It’s like escorting a celebrity around town: “Sorry, folks, Mr. Griff has to leave. He has a meeting at the studio for Air Bud 10. You’ll be seeing him soon on the big screen.”
If you’d like to check out our future grooming headache, I created an Instagram account for him. @GoldenFluffalo.
Griff has already delivered a ton of joy and smiles to our lives. And my crazy dream is to certify him as a therapy dog and have him live with me during hospital stays. It sure would make them easier to survive. I know it’s a crazy idea, but I like thinking of him hanging out in the room.
I’ll train him to pull my IV pole on walks, retrieve my meds from the nurses, and growl at the RTs I don’t care for.
It’s nice when life gives us these little gems to get us through the hard days. I’m forever grateful.
He has a great smile. He would make a great therapy dog. He doesn’t look like the type to growl…I’d focus on winking. He’d be extra adorable if he would smile then wink 😉!
Yes, you’re right about the growling. Might be hard to train that, and my wife would be mad at me. Will work on the winking right away. 🙂
Yikes! Really? You’ll have to out up a video if you can train a wink!
Will absolutely video it if I can make that happen. Right now I’m just trying to get him to learn to walk on a leash.
He’s so awesome! Getting him trained as a therapy dog is a fantastic idea. I’m so glad he’s making you so happy.
Sending love to you both!
Thank you, my kitten-loving friend. 🙂 Griff is a blast. It’s hard to get my work done. Best to all of you.
I can’t handle his cuteness!! Hope Mr. Griff brings lot of joy for years to come!!
I appreciate that very much. I hope so too. Regarding his cuteness, we do find ourselves commenting on how cute he is and how it almost hurts to look at him sometimes. 🙂
I cant think of anything better than mans best friend with you in the hospital. I think if he was there your recovery time would be significantly shorter. You must do this! OM