No, I haven’t lost my mind…well, no more than usual.  I know that Lewis is just a dog, except to family and a handful of devoted fans, but….  When Lewis shows up at an outside venue (rock star talk), people ooh and ahh.  It reminds me of those old newsreels showing an unbelievable number of teenagers jumping up and down, screaming, fainting all for just once glance of the Beatles.  Now that I think about it, other than the color, Lewis has a similar haircut to the Fab Four.

For instance, Lewis recently had the opportunity to board at his usual B&B (that’s Bed & Bark to the non-dog world).  When his stay was over, the staffer walked Lewis into the lobby from the back rooms.  Almost without exception, the crowded lobby ooh’d and ahh’d with a smattering of “Oh wow look at him.”  My guess is it’s that sad, soulful look on his face.  He looks like a cross between a St. Bernard and a panda bear.

The same thing happens at one of Lewis’ other hangouts (more rock star talk) is Lowe’s.  He loves to walk the aisles and always wants to open his own charge account there.  And I always have to remind him that he has no opposable thumbs, so power tools are a no-no.  Being deaf, his sense of smell is keenly acute, and he loves the scents of home improvement.  Arh, arh, arh as Tim Allen would say.

Someone always stops and asks the inevitable question – “What kind of dog is he?”  Oh, he’s a panda bear.  Oh….wait…what?

Yes, everyone thinks their dog is a rock star, and rightfully so.  Dogs, and pets in general, love us unconditionally, regardless of who or what we are.  Good days, bad days, it doesn’t matter.  They all look forward to any day spent with us.

Our dogs (pets) might not be rock stars, but they all rock!  Lewis especially so!