
Benjamin lived with us for 3 weeks short of 15 years, and I am sure I will share many stories about him. Suffice it to say, he loved his family and adored his Momma, my wife Kelly. But that's not what I want to share today.
The nose sticking through the fence in this image seems to be a Yellow Lab to me. If you know Labs, you know about their incessant curiosity, their ease of distraction, and everybody is a friend. Benjamin was no different. He rarely met anyone that wasn't an instant friend. His nose, though, was amazing; absolutely amazing.
Like most dogs he loved riding in the car or truck with the windows down and he would get all the smells funneled into his nose at 35 miles per hour. Sniffing on turbo. His tail would wag and wag with all the smells. Benjamin would always have to check his p-mail on walks. He always sniffed the same exact spots and had a reply or two for his friends, probably commenting on some funny status update or blog. I think that's the original social network. And when the wind would blow he would lay in the back yard with his nose up in the air just sniffing. Oh the smells he could smell.
One of my funniest memories though, is the one thing Benjamin loved more than his Momma, well maybe not more than but really really close. It was always fun to watch him asleep somewhere in the house when Kelly would start cooking breakfast. We'd cook a number of standard breakfast things, but there was one item that always caught Benjamin's attention; bacon. We all know the smell of bacon cooking. You can cook any meat, but bacon just really makes itself known. Once the smell of bacon would start to move through the house you could watch Benjamin's nose. He wouldn't be awake yet, but his nostrils would start flaring open and closed, as if to fan the smell in. This would go on for about 30 seconds, then you see his eyes slowly open. This is how you knew he was still asleep when he started sniffing. He would start to focus as he opened his eyes, and then, all of a sudden, his brain would kick in and he would pop up like a champagne cork and run to to the kitchen. It was hilarious and as reliable as Old Faithful in Yellow Stone National Park. I sure miss that old boy and his love for bacon.
Thank you for indulging me and reading this today. I had to share this wonderful memory of our precious Benjamin. Maybe you have a story about your Lab. I'd love to read it, feel free to share.
You've got to love Labs!