“Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really” ~Agnes Sligh Turnbull
I stepped into my office after an hour session with one of my clients to find four missed calls and a voicemail from my wife. She never calls me during the day unless it’s important. My mind started going in a thousand different directions thinking of every possible bad event that could’ve happened within the last hour.
The phone call
I immediately called her back and she picked up after only one ring. “Ken, there’s a dog that keeps coming up to my mom while she’s outside with the kids on the play ground during recess. She has the dog hidden in her classroom and is going to take him home temporarily until she can find him a home. Can we keep him?” After a three-minute conversation we agreed to talk about it when I got home later that night.
I opened the front door and started walking up the stairs to find Becky smiling, waiting for me at the top of the stairs. I have been with her for a long time so I know when she’s up to something. I greeted her with a hug and kiss, looked around and saw her mom, brother, and a black and gold dog all looking at me.
I looked closer at the dog and noticed his nose had suffered a beating. He was filthy and looked like he’d been seriously neglected and abused. He was scared and immediately went to hide under the bed. What really hit me was that whenever anyone gave him food he would try and bury it to save for later as he didn’t know when he would get something else to eat. He was extremely underweight to the point where you could see his ribs.
My wife and her mom named him Herby (come on, seriously?). I just tell everyone that his name is Herb, named after the famous hockey coach. After a $450.00 dollar vet bill and three weeks of daily, two hour training sessions with him outside he was healthy and more well behaved than I could’ve ever imagined.
I was initially very hesitant about taking Herby into our home, but I thank my wife for not listening to me that day. Herby is the best thing that has happened to us and I can’t imagine our lives without him.
What I have learned from Herb
- Eat a healthy diet: Unlike most dogs, Herby doesn’t like to eat human food. He never begs or steals food off our plates. The photo above was taken after a stop at Tim Horton’s where the employee gave Herby a doughnut hole. He kept it in his mouth for the entire ride home, then spit it out in the backseat.
- Be outside side as much as possible and enjoy the weather
- Spend as much time as you can with friends and girlfriend (Lola, our neighbor’s beagle)
- Speak up when you want something
- Embrace all love given
- Take full advantage of early mornings
- No matter what life throws your way, always be happy and keep that tail wagging. (Even after you got your ass kicked by the Pitbull at the corner)
- Stand up for your territory and fight for what is yours
- Choose where you sleep wisely
- Know your boundaries
- Always listen
- Exercise and stay in shape
- Enjoy car rides
- If you don’t brush your teeth, it leads to horrible breath. (He has the worst breath ever; I’m not kidding)
- Give as many kisses as you can to loved ones
- Protect your loved ones
There is nothing better than coming home from a late night and opening that door knowing that he’s happily waiting for you to come home.
I have learned so much since I started blogging only four months ago. I have learned many things from Herby and a great deal from the following bloggers. Tim Ferriss, Katie Tallo, Everett Bogue, Chris Brogan, Nate Green, Anastasiya Goers, Satya Colombo, Christopher Bardawil, Tammy Strobel, and all the wonderful bloggers that are apart of the A List Blogger Club.