Now or Never

Kasper is my first dog.

Well, my first real dog. I’ve had family dogs in the past, but it’s the first time I felt like an official owner.

Meeko was my second.

He was my first adoption, a shelter dog we flew over from another country. Now that was a whole can of worms, a story for another time.

Winston’s my third.

The first corgi I’ve ever had and, in all likelihood, not the last (there’s something special about this breed).

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My life has sometimes felt like one bad event after another. Many times I found myself wishing I could turn back time à la Prince of Persia.

But no matter how many stupid decisions I’ve made, dogs were never one of them.

And each time I welcomed these loyal companions into my home, there was one common ingredient:

I wasn’t ready.

When my wife and I were “window-shopping” (back when pet stores still sold dogs) we had absolutely no intention of bringing Kasper home.

It was worth it to see the look on my roommate’s face though — SURPRISE!

When we decided to adopt Meeko from a dog shelter in Taiwan, I thought I was prepared.