It’s a topic that gets brought up at least twice everyday. One that, without a doubt always brings a smile to my face. And when something in life does that for you- make sure you hold that something really close to your heart! This something is my dog, Remy.
I get asked all the time, where did you get Remy? Or… How old is Remy? And… is that “Remy”?
Yes, I know there are people out there that think I am crazy… but the answer is, I don’t really care.
Remy was a birthday present when I turned 30. I knew I always wanted a dog. I grew up with dogs. Dexter, Tucker and Rudy. All labs and in their each way, were and are (Rudy is still alive) amazing. Those years I didn’t have a dog by my side (through college and after) always felt strange. Yes, I got used to it, but having a four legged friend to snuggle with is just good for the soul!
So, when I found out I was getting a dog a ray of emotions set in. Excited (obviously), nervous and anxious. I was worried I was not going to pick the right breed or even the right pup for me. I did some research and decided I wanted a doodle. One that didn’t shed and one that was a bit smaller than the dogs I grew up. <They ranged between 60 – 120lbs… yes, 120lbs, Tucker was a moose>
So, I visited a few sites online and picked out “the one”. On the website, he went by the name Edmund. It made me giggle and his face was the sweetest… but aren’t they all? He was a mix between a toy poodle (8lbs) and a golden retriever (80lbs). He would be considered a “Mini golden doodle”. Well ends up, he does shed and he is a good 45 pounds but in my eyes he is perfect. Shaggy and has the personality of a golden retriever but the brain of a poodle. I renamed him Remy but allowed him to keep Edmund as his middle name.
The evening I brought him home I can still remember like it was yesterday. We climbed out of the car and I had his leash around his neck. He did not understand what the heck I was doing and he immediately decided he was not down with it. He slipped his neck out of his leash (I still don’t know how he did it) and raced under a parked car. I immediately started crying thinking… oh no, he doesn’t like it here. Needless to say I was just being a dramatic and emotional Momma (lol) and Remy was quickly establishing that he was way too smart for anything I had up my sleeve.
Since that day he has been my buddy. As I write this, tears fill my eyes. People can call me crazy. People can say he is just a dog. But Remy has been more then that for me. He has been by my side during heartache, happiness and all that is in between. He brings a smile to my face every time I open my front door and doesn’t care what kind of day I had, he just wants me to be happy. He allows me to feel like someone is there by my side and he can’t even say words! He knows how to comfort me when he feels that I am sad. He know hows to push my buttons. And he definitely knows how to make me laugh.
Remy Edmund Berger you are my buddy and I could never in words explain how thankful I am for you.
A FEW OF REMY’S FAVORITES: