I love my dog. Ok, he’s not my dog, but more my family’s dog. I miss him dearly since I don’t live with my family and cherish the opportunities I have to spend time with him.
On my second day in Madrid I got caught outside in a freak downpour. Madrid doesn’t get much rain, and hard thunderstorms are rare. Well, it was raining cats and dogs. I took refuge in a metro station and waited the rain out for about 20 minutes. My pants and shoes were soaked, but there wasn’t much I could do about it.
After the rain calmed down, I got back out to the street and started walking to the campus of my business school. I was going to visit a friend there. On the way I stopped dead in my tracks. I saw something that made my heart beat faster and swell with love. I saw my dog!
But as I became conscious of my emotions, I realized he was on a leash and being held by someone else. What was going on?
I approached the owner and, in my decent but heavily unpracticed Spanish, I explained that his dog looks exactly like mine. The color, the size, even the mannerisms. I couldn’t believe it. He said he got the dog in Italy and was told it was part Chinook. We were told ours is part chow and doberman, but we don’t know for sure. I showed him a picture and he couldn’t believe the resemblance either. It was just one of those moments.
Below you can see the dog I found on the street on the left, and my dog on the right. I asked the owner to take a picture so I could send it to my family to shock them!
Can you see what I mean? I’ve never seen a dog that looked like mine before. Below are a couple more pictures of my dog to see the resemblance even more.
It was a special encounter and it made me even more excited to see my dog when I’d head home to Cleveland the following week to see him, which you can see below 🙂