Usually called Bo….He is my very good canine companion and ten years old this year…….So perhaps a bit older than I am, if that seven years rule still holds, but I think it doesn’t.
Bo came to live with us in 2002, a few months after our second poodle Csapi died. (pronounced Chuppy and rhymes with puppy). Bo is the third poodle Paul and I owned together. My first poodle was Jacques and he was really my parents’ dog when I was in junior high and high school.
I am allergic to most dogs, but poodle hair is like human hair, doesn’t shed and is hypoallergenic.
Before Csapi we had a lovely poodle named Csali (Chawli) who was run over by a car on a terrible afternoon while I was having a girl scout meeting at my home. Everyone was pretty upset. Not a good memory, but the memory of Csali is a dear one.
We had decided that our children were going to have a dog for Christmas in 1987, and one of their presents was a letter (written by Csali himself) that told that he was a living gift, hidden in the house, and they would have to come and find him and then take very good care of him and be their friend. Such excitement! They ran all through the house before the heard a mysterious little barking sound from the basement and discovered him beneath the laundry chute. Such joy!
He was only three years old when he died, but had a great personality and would sit on my lap, look me in the eye, and “talk” to me for ten minutes at a time, with inflections so like human speech that I felt there was something wrong with me for being unable to understand him! He is buried in our back yard by the Tupelo tree with a stone over his resting place.
All our dogs are related. Csali came to us from the man who is still our vet 25 years later. The others were bought from different breeders, but from the same family of poodles.
Bogancs is pronounced Beau’ gahnch. It is a Hungarian word and means thistle, but more importantly it is the name of the Hungarian dog who is rather Lassie in English. He was a Hungarian Puli, a sheep herding dog who was separated from his master and went through many adventures on his journey to return home, which he did successfully, finally. Our son Andy saw the movie called Bogancs when we were living in Hungary in 1992 and when we told him that he could name the new puppy he knew immediately what he wanted to call him.
When Paul was becoming more and more ill, he walked Bo many times a day and told me that he could tell his troubles to the dog and was sure he understood.
I feel the same. I don’t really have many problems, but anyone with children and grandchildren will always have something to talk about.