Reflecting

Ike 'n' Puppy Mambo

Yesterday, as we pulled away from Home Depot, we heard a car horn and noticed someone motioning for us to stop.  A man with a heavy Russian accent asked, "Is he a Black Russian Terrier?" (Mambo had his head hanging out of the car window.) "He is," we replied. "I have two," said he, repeatedly mentioning what sounded like a name. Unable to understand him, I volunteered, "We got him from a breeder named Victor." He exclaimed, "Yes, yes... Victor!"  We were finally on the same page.

In a heartbreaking revelation, he said Victor had fallen ill, forcing him to return to the city and closer proximity to his doctors. He further said that his friend's adult BRT's had been left in his care. 
What a difficult decision...

A unique breeder, Victor worried that his pups were entrusted to caring humans. He popped in on us several times. We recognized and appreciated his good intentions. He allowed us to borrow training crates, saving us additional expense. Best of all, he chose Mambo from the litter, at our request, with our only specification being that we wanted a male. Need I elaborate on his choice? Victor continues to touch our lives, daily, and he's in our thoughts and prayers.