The Return of the Gypsy

 

by Pa Rock

Innkeeper for Dogs

She's back!

Our Gypsy apparently had an unsuccessful reunification with her original people, and yesterday they called my son and asked if we would like to have her back, for keeps!  And Nick, who has not been this happy in a couple of years, eagerly picked her up after he got off work. She was happy to see him, and when they got home she was also very happy to see Rosie and I.  And Rosie, bless her possessive little heart, did not act too unhappy to see Gypsy.

And yes, we are calling her "Gypsy" again instead of "Marly," which was her name with her other people.  One dictionary definition of "gypsy" is:  "a nomadic or free-spirited individual," and that has been fairly emblematic of her young life so far.  Gypsy is apparently around nine months old, and she is housebroken and understands basic commands like "sit," "lie down," and "get the hell out of my way" - and will no doubt learn more in time because she is very smart.

When Gypsy was with us before New Year's, I overheard my son and one of his friends talking about the fact that our dogs were named "Gypsy" and "Rose," something the friend thought was noteworthy because of Gypsy Rose Blanchard, the Munchausen-by-proxy victim who was recently released from prison.  Nick, my son, also remembers the old Tony Orlando song from decades ago.  When I tried to dial the conversation back to the original Gypsy Rose (Lee) neither of them had ever heard of her.  How quickly our history and culture seem to fade!

But I have a feeling that this very active big dog is going to keep us all young - or at least on our toes - for a very long time to come.

Welcome home, Gypsy.  We are glad to have you back!