Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Mr. August

The calendar that graces my kitchen features hunting dogs -- Weimaraners, Vizslas, the occasional Labrador and Mr. August – my 8-year-old -- possibly -- German hunting dog, Huckleberry.

This is not the first time Huck has made the cut and appeared on the calendar of Friends for Pets, the Sun Valley, Calif. , animal shelter that rescued him. He was Mr. October a few years back. I believe ever since he has been a personal favorite of the shelter.

Huck has always been easy on the eyes. His black and white speckled coloring is unique – he stands apart from the easily recognizable black lab or German shepherd – yet his markings make him look pure bred. In fact, we’ve often been told he looks like a Munsterlander.

I consider Huck to be the perfect, faithful companion. He is the third love of my life, after my husband and Joe. Huck was there by my side during those late nights breastfeeding, and he continues to be there with a tail wag whenever I walk in the room. He also possesses the greatest trait ever found in a dog: he seldom barks.

In the days ahead, I’m looking forward to spending more time with Mr. August. This August, unfortunately, we’ll be separated for a while when I’m out of town. I’ll miss him and his little hand nibbles.

Still, in my heart, Mr. August, with all his sweetness, will always be year-round.

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