Mylowe II

Saturday, we brought home another golden retriever. 4 years old, sent to the shelter a year ago because the owners downgraded their living space.
we called him Mylowe, after Mylowe.
It must be the height of self-deception, forcing ourselves to believe that our baby didn't die, but grew up. In essence, it could hv been. He was a GR, he is a GR. Temperament should be the same... they even smell the same, and have the same eyelashes... except, he still answers to Grover.
Sometimes, i look at MyloweII, and i space out, wondering what he's been doing in the past 3 years. He's not Mylowe because Mylowe at 4 wouldn't be having all those experiences, wouldn't have stayed at a pet shelter for a year. Mylowe at 4 would hv been with us for 4 years and be so much part of our lives he wouldn't look at me weird when i ask him to give me his tennis ball, and Mylowe at 4, wouldn't answer to "Grover"...