Oh Benny. Boy, am I going to miss my awesome little man.
I got him in October 2007. It had been a pretty crazy few months – a break up, a redundancy, and loss of a home. But then it all came back together, with a new job, my first home purchase, and my beautiful new puppy. Benny was about 10 weeks old when I brought him home, and was mostly well behaved. He liked chewing on old tissues, peanut butter on tupperware lids, ice cubes, and chasing his own shadow. In the middle of the night, he would sneak out of my room and go into the lounge, where he would jump onto the couch and turn on the TV. I’d find him a few hours later with the TV on Rage and Benny fast asleep.
A few months in and I introduced him to ball. I don’t know if this was a good idea or a bad one, because he’s now addicted. But he’s also very, very good at it. He would be an ideal ball boy, or cricket player… or a seal at Sea World.
Now, almost 4 years later, and he’s as loyal as a dog can come. Always at my bedroom door, ready to jump up for a cuddle or to play ball. Never runs away, never crosses a road without me, and always willing to help me finish off a meal. He has his routine – walks in the morning, ball in the afternoon… and he’ll knock at the door if he thinks I’m running late for either. He still loves ice cubes and peanut butter but has given up on the tissues. But his new favourites are the colour yellow, vegemite crumpets, and visits to his friends in New Farm.
Benny is staying here in Brisbane while we travel around the world, but hopefully we find a home in Canada so he can come back to live with me. Miss you already, B-Boy.