Because the bava family are gluttons for punishment, we are thinking about getting a dog. It’s huge for me ’cause I haven’t had a dog since growing up on Long Island with our family dog Thurman—named after the late, great Yankee captain Thurman Munson. Thurman was a rather large English Springer Spaniel. I loved that dog, and he lived a long, happy, and rather healthy 16 years. And given I’ve finally come to terms with settling in Fredericskburg for the long haul, I’m even enjoying the whole thing which has put me in a kind of domestic sphere of bliss these days—admittedly it’s hard to have an edge when you’re so god damned happy. Life has been fun these days, and I’ve been enjoying my house, manshed, and life in general with the bava family. So, given things have been going so well, why not add another variable to see if we can’t screw things up. How do you know you are really happy until you are tested? 🙂
And while I grew up with dogs, my peripatetic life for the last 20 years has allowed me to only ever have cats as an adult. Both of whom I love dearly, and who have been with us now for more than 12 years now. That said, I have to admit that cats ain’t dogs, and the bava is a dog lover through and through. And I’m not just talking about that rare breed of online dog either.
So, anyway, all this to say we’re considering an Italian hunting dog called the Spinone, it’s a bearded breed, and I just love their look and disposition. They look kinda like how I imagine British gentry look, and the fact that they are great with kids, total loungers, and sure hunters simply seals the deal. More than that, they’re Italian—which means they’ll appreciate the food in our house. What’s more, after having taken Dexter on a late night walk Brian Lamb (well to be accurate, Dexter walked us) I’ve been deeply impressed by the seemingly cosmic bond between dog and owner. It seems almost transcendental since language is not necessarily what rules the relationship—it’s all about trust, consistency, and developing a groove. It’s more about your every action as a cumulative effect, and I like that. And despite that Tom Woodward has repeatedly warned us against getting a dog, I think we’re almost ready to pull the trigger—plus I think i am a little tougher than Tom when it comes to these things. So, I have a feeling new era of my life is about to begin: adult dog owner. Rock on!
What’s more, Antonella agreed that what ever the name of the dog, we will append di bava as the surname. So, something like Bianca di bava or Bruno di bava. I’m kind loving this whole thing.
Update 10/9/2018: I found and updated the original video that was lost back in 2012 or so when my account was deleted.