We have a darling black cocker spaniel that goes golfing every night with his daddy and has his own personal groomer that is his best friend, Kenneth, his cat.
We got him in 2002 when my husband, Glenn, was to undergo a serious surgery and he didn’t want me to be alone “in case something happened” to him. After searching high and low, I found Mr. Bogey in Finley.
He was obviously the runt of the litter, but it was love at first sight for both of us. The breeder brought him to Walla Walla the next day and I called my husband home from work to see him.
Needless to say, those big brown cocker eyes melted his heart. Done deal. Puppy stays.
Next, the crate training …
Joke. The second night in the crate, he starts to cry. One of us, depending on who is telling the story, brings him to bed. He loves it.
Soon he’s riding in the cart at the golf course with dad. Dad bets money on golf. Dad tries to make a putt for par. Puppy cries. Dad misses putt. Puppy is named Bogey.
He is now the heart and soul of our home. Picture Eeyore as a little black cocker spaniel and there you have him.
He also visits his grandmas. One is living at Wheatland Village and as soon as we hit the front door, he sprints the hall and comes to a screeching halt in front of grandma’s door.
When we visit the other grandma, he has a special routine: Run into the house, run around to see if anyone is there, back to the front door to wait for mom or dad to take him out to the yard so he can relieve himself. Back into the house straight to grandma, dancing and waiting for his treats.
He kinda swaggers in the rear, shakes his booty when dad puts on golf sandals (because he just knows he’s going to go run nine holes) and squares his ears when he’s walking “leash jingle.”
Loves his groomer, Judy. Loves his doctor, Kevin Kaiser. Has never met an animal or person that he didn’t like. He has never chewed up any of his toys (although we had to do a music box transplant on Mr. Ferret) and plays tag with his cat Kenny just for fun.
Yes, he will work for food. He knows a number of tricks including “Bang You’re Dead.” But the one thing I adore most is his unconditional love. No one can make you feel so guilty for running to the store without him and then be so forgiving when you get home.
We love him to the moon and back, which works well because I have a hunch he kinda likes us, too.