Cinnamon at eat, pray, tri has started a link-up party about pets––23PAWS
An excuse to write about Kostas and Tucker? Sign me up! In February you got to “meet” Tucker so now it’s time to give Kostas the spotlight.
Breed: Labrador (he’s HUGE so I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s some Great Dane in there somewhere)
Age: 5 (6 in September)
Nicknames: Michael Phelps, Marmaduke, Mr. Big, Handsome, Monkey
Favorite Pastimes: Eating, Sleeping, Drooling, Shedding, Walking (preferably with a stick in his mouth), Cleaning Containers (yogurt, pb, ab), Helping in the Kitchen
Kostas is also very motivated by people and saying hello to everyone he meets. I sometimes refer to him as the Wal-Mart Greeter because we’ll be waiting at a cross walk, he’s sitting, and as soon as people stand near us, he immediately wants to say hello and give kisses.
Kostas came into my life almost 5 years ago–my first dog was Murphy. A loving and loyal Golden Retriever/Lab mix. Murphy and I were pals for 8 years and he was already “senior” when I adopted him so by the time his health was declining, he may have been 14 years old. Putting him down was a difficult decision the right decision. I knew I’d want another dog and I found Kostas right away.
I used to drive by the Humane Society on my way to and from work everyday and would look at the available dogs online. When I saw “Cocoa” (crazy name for a white Lab) I knew I had to meet him. Kostas was surrendered by his first family on his 1st birthday. The shelter adoption counselor told me that the family said they were moving but her sense was that he was too big and energetic for them. He was perfect for me. I still find myself thinking how could someone not have loved this guy? As soon as I met him he showered me with kisses and sat in my lap. Oh, did I mention that Kostas thinks he’s a lap dog?
I’m happy to be Kostas’ “forever person”–he has such a big heart (and big ears) and is quite a character who makes me laugh everyday. He’s always by my side (well, when he’s not sleeping) and often in my way (in a cute, adorable way) and always reminds me to live, laugh, love.
I should mention–I decided on the name Kostas because I was in Greece prior to adopting Kostas. Basically everyone who worked at the hotel I was at was named Kostas, and my Kostas is named after my favorite friendly Greek Kostas. It often takes people 1 or 2 tries to get the name correct and I often have to say, “No, he’s not named after Bob Costas.”