Sesame seed bundle of joy.
I think that is what I am going to call you. No. Let me try again.
Raisin?
Nah, you don't look like a dried up grape or anything along those lines.
Curly tailed, spotted love nugget. Close, but I think that will be difficult to repeat on a regular basis.
Barky?
Spot?
Nah, too generic. Well, how about we just go with...
Bagel?
When you are Jewish and you are going to raise a dog, there isn't a better name to call your dog than after a favorite deli order, right? (yes, I am emphasizing this stereotype).
Bagel was just like every other dog.
She would bark when a stranger came by and tried to pet her floppy ears. 15-pounds of furry and she was trying to act mean and scary.
She would curl up on top of your head as you were sleeping in your bed (maybe she thought she was a hat).
She would chase lizards like there was no tomorrow.
She was a model.
When you would cry, she would lick off the tears on your face.
Maybe she did this out of affection or maybe she was thirsty. You never knew what was exactly going on in her mind.
When you were tired, she was tired.
She would lay behind your back on the couch to keep your back warm.
When you wanted to run, she would run...
And beat you as if it was a race. Dogs vs. Humans. (I am pretty sure the dogs would win.)
When you wanted to play, she wanted you to play.
And as of today, she is gone.
Gone up, up, and up to a better place. Where there are millions of lizards to chase and kanine crunchies for days.

To my dog, Bagel (August 2005-February 4th, 2017) and all the other dog lovers out there.
































