Once again, I have saved Beefeater’s life, but for you to understand the story, I need to share a lil’ background info.
Beefeater was actually Röbert’s dog originally, and he really loved that animal. Beefeater was his hiking buddy and the two of them spent a lot of time up in the mountains together. Unfortunately, when Beefeater was not in the mountains I started to see some signs of allergies in Starling. It was never anything that we had diagnosed (Röbert wanted to take her to a doctor, I didn’t think it was necessary) but she was just “off” when he was in the house.
At first, Röbert was resistant to getting rid of Beefeater, but then I thought of my dearest friend at the time, my next door neighbor, Karen. Her youngest had just left for college and she was a lil’ down, so I gifted her with the dog. Surprisingly, Röbert seemed fine with her keeping him so it worked out for everyone. And Karen just loved him to pieces, until recently.
When I showed Röbert the picture of Beefeater yesterday, he was shocked. He immediately went over to Karen’s and I went out back to check on the garden near our fence line. I happened to overhear a significant argument about Karen “pulling herself together” and lots of crying and weeping and sobbing from her. LOL. Later, I could tell Röbert was upset, so I ordered in his favorite dinner and let him watch ESPN for half an hour.
This morning I heard a knock on my kitchen door and I went outside to discover a fat golden retriever with note tied to his collar (with a messy bit of twine. If I were to tie a note to a dog’s collar you bet your stars it would be with some pretty gingham ribbon!). The note said,
I just can’t bear to have the dog around to remind me of old times. Please treat him as he deserves.
I guess Beefeater must remind her of Mitch and her failed marriage. I burned the note, brought poor Beefeater inside, dosed Starling with some Benadryl and called Cari to pick up some doggy weight loss food on her way over for coffee.
Merlin has been playing with him out back all afternoon.
I can’t wait for Röbert to see him when he gets home tonight.