David's yeshiva has adopted a dog...Davidi grew up his whole life with a dog (at least one) because about a year after we moved to Israel, I realized that Amira and Elie were afraid of the dogs they passed in the street.
The thought of a child of mine being afraid of dogs saddened me greatly and so within a short time, my husband and I agreed we would get a dog.
Our first was Sheba - she was half Samoyed and half whatever walked around the day her mother conceived.
Whatever her father was...he was large and black...and when combined with her smaller white mother - Sheba ended up as a sweet, beautiful black and white dog. Sheba gave birth to a litter of puppies a few months before Davidi was born.
I remember thinking how lucky dogs were that the period they carried their young was a heck of a lot less than 9 months.
Our second was Sushi - a dachshund. We loved both Sheba and Sushi...
A few years ago, we lost Sheba, got Simba, and lost Sushi.
When Davidi was in high school, he asked to take an afternoon class offered in his school - training dogs. He loved it.
So, last week he came home and showed us the picture of the white dog with blue eyes. The puppy is driving them all crazy - mostly because most of the boys don't know what to do with him during the week, and no one knows what to do with him on weekends.
The dogs name, David explained, is just an example of the problem he is having - some kids call him Charlie, others call him Henry. Some call him Hunter, and a few even call him Yirmiyahu (Hebrew for the name Jeremiah).
Just pick a name, I told him.
"I can't do that. I'm not going to take charge of him," and so Charlie-Henry-Hunter may or may not stay.
They also have brought chickens that they are raising. It's an experience, let me tell you.