My Bob

Bob. It’s kind of a silly name for a dog, but it fits my baby perfectly. Bob came into my life a while back. I really hadn't even been looking for a dog until my one of my best friends got herself a brand new puppy, Bandit. And I fell in love. Every afternoon on my way home from work, I would stop at her house and Bandit would come running towards me and just launch right in my arms. 

Bob

Bob

I was so in love with Bandit that I started chewing (pun intended) on the idea of getting a dog of my own. I approached the subject with my husband (kids don’t count – they always want a dog), and he was amenable, but he made it very clear that it would MY dog and MY responsibility. You see, he travels 4-5 days a week for work, and the last thing he wanted or needed on his plate was a new puppy. Hmmm…I was definitely going to need to give this some more thought.  

After much hemming and hawing, I finally decided that I wanted a dog and it was love at first sight.  My then 7th grade son decided that Bob was the perfect name for our new puppy (sounds just like something a 7th grader would say, right?). That night, my husband walked through the door at the end of a long travel week, and Bob greeted him with his tail wagging. All my husband said was, “I guess you got a dog.” He reached down to scratch Bob behind the ears, and headed on up to bed. Yup, he was still serious. Bob was MY dog.  

Over the next several months, I was the one who got up with Bob for 4 am potty breaks. I was the one who walked him and fed him. It was me (and the kids) who played with Bob. And I was definitely the one that cleaned up Bob's numerous “accidents” during that first year. And, boy, was I weary of it all. But, I fell in love. And I fell in love hard. I had grown up with pets, but I had never had a dog that was just mine.

When my husband would leave on Mondays, I would tell him that he should be thankful for Bob. Because if it wasn’t for Bob, I would have been just about ready to throw in the towel with the whole "weekday widow" situation - it was getting pretty old.  

Bob is a loving, contributing member of my family. After a long day, or when I am stressed out – one look at Bob and all I can do is smile.  He'll jump in my lap, lick my face, and then bring me a toy.  “Play with me”, he says, “this will make you feel wonderful, trust me,” his big brown eyes plead.  And Bob is always right.  

Bob is now 13 years old and I know he is in the golden season of his life. The mere thought of him not being here anymore brings me to tears. When people would talk about losing their dogs, I used to think, "Really? They’re just dogs. It’s not like they’re people." But now, I can honestly say that I love and value this dog more than some humans I know. I get it now. Bob brings me so much comfort, joy, and happiness. He's just the best. And I’m sure many of you feel the same way about your pets.

Now, you’re probably asking yourself, “What the heck does this have to do with tea?” Well, not a whole lot. Ha! And even though tea will never, EVER replace Bob, a perfect cup of tea like Buckhead Tea's Organic Chamomile can bring comfort - just like Bob. It can help ease the stress of a long day and soothe whatever is ailing me.

So, love your pet. Enjoy your life. These are gifts we should take the time to cherish each day and not take for granted. And while you're doing that, why not do it over a cup of tea? ~~Jenny