Joe’s first love was undoubtedly a girl—a girl dog named Rocksie (yes, that was the spelling—she chased rocks apparently), a fox-red lab that he got when he was 16. And any man that has fallen in love with a dog as a teenager will try to replicate that experience as an adult.
They’ll try really, really hard, even if their wife has been labeled as a cold-blooded dog hater. They won’t stop until they get what they want.
So welcome Honey, a red-fox not-so-lab looking “lab” rescued from a lab rescue shelter in North Carolina because she was deathly afraid of thunder and brought here to another rescue group in Willits where I found her online. Last week, she made her way to our Bernal Heights flat. She’s quiet and kind of shy and follows people around wherever they go and thinks fetching is for the dogs. She’s new to this whole city thing.
Honey is not only an apartment dog now but she’s also a restaurant dog. While you’re eating at Tacolicious, she’s upstairs in the office getting love from the staff that walk in and out all day. That, and some fine chicken and rice dinners from our chef Telmo who we call the dog whisperer.
The happy ending to this story is that cold-blooded wife’s heart has melted a bit because as Joe says, over and over and over again, “Honey’s pretty sweet.”