National Dog Day Post

by nomeatbarefeet

So apparently yesterday was National Dog Day……who knew? Well, our friends Sheila and Eric certainly did. With their helpful post in mind I thought I do a quick post in tribute to our little man.

Arlo: Keepin it cool.

Katie and I moved away from Albany for a year so that she could do her student teaching. When we returned we lived in the ground floor of a brownstone—a cute but small apartment. I think we had talked about a dog, but at some point we got serious and looked into adopting from Homeward Bound. They are a great organization, with one of the perks being home visits of potential adoptee dogs.



We had been looking at another dog and after the home visit things seemed certain. But when we went to the adoption clinic we weren’t sure anymore—the fit didn’t seem right. Well, as we were there this other little dog just kept following us, sitting next to us, licking us, giving us all his attention. He seemed so sweet. We were head over heels for him. So we gave him a home.

When our computer crashed we lost all of our photos including the ones of when we brought Arlo home. I found this one on Facebook. Look out little he looks!

His original name was……McLovin’. Yup. That’s right. McLovin’. Clearly he was named by a 14 year old boy. He needed a new name.

He was, and is, an Arlo.


It is an amazing feeling to take care of another living thing, and to know, to really have a sense that they are connected to you and care for you. It is easy to anthropomorphize everything a dog does, but there is no doubt about the love that has been established between us and Arlo. We are members of the same pack, and packs look out for each other. At almost 7 Arlo is about to hit the “senior” status according to the chart at the veterinarian’s office, but he is just as spry and feisty as ever.

Wrestling with “Bad Bird”

In spite of his incessant licking, barking at random noises and, I swear, nothing at all, it would never be the same with out our little man. Right now he is curled up next to me in his little fox ball, and there are few things as comforting as that.