Simon’s First Birthday

Last night, we loaded up on pre-race carbohydrates at Zio’s.  It’s definitely not the mecca of cheap pre-race pasta that is Avanti’s back in the homeland, but for Johnson County, Kansas, the price/quality combo makes it a decent choice for somewhat regular patronage.

After stuffing ourselves silly, we decided to make a quick stop at PetSmart to pick up a birthday bone for Simon.  Happy 1st birthday, Simon-dog!

Simon - one year

He’s such an old, dignified man-dog these days.  (If only he’d start acting like it.)

Although we adopted Simon from a rescue organization last May, he was a pretty low-risk pup. The rescue was foster-based, so he was living comfortably despite his homelessness. And as a very young pup, there was a very high likelihood that if we didn’t adopt him, someone else would have shortly thereafter. I don’t think that belittles the fact that we adopted a puppy instead of purchasing from a breeder, but it is a stark contrast to many other situations out there.

We’ve been considering a second dog for awhile now. Simon is a very involved dog, and demands the constant attention of anyone in the room.  Expanding his pack with a second canine would give him a willing companion, as well as freeing up our hands to get things done without having to be constantly petting or playing fetch.

We struck up a conversation with the rescue volunteers on-site.  They were from the Humane Society of Greater Kansas City, but the dogs were brought in from Animal Control.  These were dogs abandoned in the city.  They spend their days and nights locked up, with no interaction of any kind.  The Humane Society volunteers try to get them to as many suburban adoption locations as possible, because Animal Contol could do their part to …control…their population at any time.  While we were there, the Animal Control cop showed up in his big scary van to take them away.

We couldn’t adopt a dog today, we said.  We had plans all day Saturday, and couldn’t dedicate the time necessary to introduce a new dog into our environment.

Even if we crated a dog for the entire weekend, the Humane Society director replied, he would be receiving better treatment than he gets at his current “home.”  This statement broke our hearts.

So guess what?  We got Simon a birthday present.


And instead of heading out and about to watch the Big 12 Championship Game between KU and K-State (which is kind of a big deal around these parts), we’re hanging at home with two rambunctous and playful pups. I can’t say that I mind, and it has nothing to do with my feelings toward college basketball in the state of Kansas.


About stillarunner

I used to run. Some days, I even ran fast. Then I got a job. And met a boy. And bought a house. And rescued a dog. And rescued another dog. And went back to school. And created human life. I might not run every day, or even every week. There’s a good possibility that I will never be fast again. But I’m still a runner.
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4 Responses to Simon’s First Birthday

  1. thefitbride says:

    I LOVE Avanti’s. They have the best bread, ever.

    Also, love the new dog! What a face. Adopted dogs always seem a little more grateful to me–Milhouse came from a puppy mill in southern MO and is seriously the best dog I’ve ever met. We should have a doggie play date!

  2. Em says:

    Hooray! And congratulations! And also … more info about the new dog, PLEASE!!! He/she looks EXACTLY like our Molly. Seriously, it’s uncanny!

  3. Shaina says:

    Ahhh!!!!!!!!!! So exciting!!!! Congrats on your newest family member. I’m sure Simon is loving his new buddy!

  4. d.a.r. says:

    Awww puppy!! Yall are so sweet!!

    Okay, had to tell you, I’m thinking about signing up for the Hospital Hill 1/2 in June. Are you doing it??

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