August 10, 2020
This past May marked the passing of Henry Slatkoff, the white golden retriever so many of you fell in love with on Instagram and in person.
Typical reaction: “Oh look at the “snow bear,” said a nice old lady when we were out on a walk last summer. She ruffled his ears for a good five minutes and went home happy.
Yesterday, Henry’s Mom — my friend and neighbour Melissa — brought home Rupert. And the love engines are revving again.
As with Henry, I am Rupert’s “fairy dog mother” and caretaker when Mama Melissa needs a yoga time-out or a holiday. Afterall, it takes a village to raise a kid and a dog.
When Melissa asked me to bestow a middle name on Rupert, I immediately thought of Paul: Rupert Paul (RuPaul) Slatkoff. But his nature, now that we’ve met him, bends more towards sweet and floppy, not strutting and fabulous. So I suggested Trevor, to build on the British theme.
Trevor was my dad’s name. He loooooved dogs. He had a black lab from the time he was born in the late 1920s until the day he died in 2011.
World: meet Rupert Trevor Garwood-Jones-Slatkoff.
I’m guessing I will shorten it to Rupert Bear.
Thank you, Melissa. xo