It was just about 12 years ago. We had been talking about getting another dog, but until recently had been at an impasse about what type of dog to get.
We knew we wanted a big dog.
Beyond that, there was NO common ground.
I wanted a great Dane. Dave wanted an Irish Wolfhound.
Dave hated Great Danes, I felt a similar dislike for the Wolfhound.
And then one of his co-workers asked if we had ever heard of the Anatolian Shepherd Dog.
So in those long ago days of dial-up internet (well long ago, unless you are my beloved sister, for her it is still reality, different story for another day), Dave and I spent many hours waiting for pages to load, so we could learn a bit more.
And we were intrigued.
That fall we were in Minnesota, visiting my parents, and Dave, as he often did, was reading the classified ads in the Star Tribune (remember those? it is how commerce happened among the masses before Craigslist).
And right there, right in the middle of the page, waiting for us was an ad that read:
Anatolian Shepherd Dog puppies. Ready now.
Dave said “Should we go take a look?, We don’t have to get one”
Like that was going to happen.
So we left the boys with Mom and Dad, grabbed our checkbook “just in case” and set off for Minnetonka.
We pulled up to the home where the puppies were. There were 9 crazy little black and tan bundles of energy clamoring for our attention. And one sweet boy puppy who calmly walked over to us, looked up at me and promptly sat on my foot.
I WAS IN LOVE.
A few papers were signed, a check was written, and we were the proud owners of Snow Valley’s Entropy Pauling Lawrence. The cutest puppy, with the biggest paws, one ever did see.
From the beginning it was apparent that Entropy was not just a regular dog. He was something special. Gentle with our kids from the very first day, he was a great addition to our family.
Over the next few years, his amazing dog-ness continued to blossom.
Perhaps it was his size that made people stop and stare, at 150lbs, with a massive head that came nearly to my hipbone, he certainly stood out.
Perhaps it was his lovely tan and black coat, thick and soft, that made people turn their heads.
But those things are not what made nearly everyone who ever met him fall in love.
It’s hard to explain, I don’t even know if I can. But I will try.
Entropy is the kind of dog, whom if one likes dogs, one will love. And if one does not like dogs, one will like Entropy anyway.
Entropy affected people. Entropy infected people. Entropy entranced people.
There are so many Entropy stories. And some day I will write them all.
But tonight, I write to say only this:
For almost 12 years, we have had the joy of sharing our lives with the World’s BestDog.
The last few months have seen a sad and horrible decline in his health, and the time has come to lovingly help him pass.
Tomorrow morning, a vet will come to our home, and we will all hold him as she administers the medicine that will stop his heart, and end his pain.
And we will cry, as we have every day for the last several weeks.
And we will miss him, for the rest of our lives.
For Entropy truly has been
The World’s Best Dog.