Brooks & Crowley November 2019

Review Brooks & Crowley

November 2019

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"It didn’t take long for Bailey to win me over, though, and now I don’t even care that I technically shouldn’t be responsible for him. We’re buddies. I’m a happily married man with two daughters whom I adore, yet a picture of Bailey is the background on my phone."

Bailey. At first, I’m sure I resented it. I saw the future, and it didn’t look bright for me. It didn’t take long for Bailey to win me over, though, and now I don’t even care that I technically shouldn’t be responsible for him. We’re buddies. I’m a happily married man with two daughters whom I adore, yet a picture of Bailey is the background on my phone. He’s the sweetest dog you could ever hope to meet. He’s the diametric opposite of our cat, Casey, whose only delight seems to come from terrorizing Bailey however she can. This summer, Bailey had a health scare that really put into perspective what a true member of our family he is. We had our usual clan of about 20 down at the Cape for Fourth of July weekend. Bailey was walking funny, so we decided to take him to the canine equivalent of an urgent care center on that Friday, July 5. Turns out, he had a herniated disc and needed immediate surgery. We asked if it could wait until Monday. “He’ll be paralyzed by Monday,” the vet said. That made our choice easy. As others were headed south for the weekend, Diane and I drove Bailey to Angell Memorial in Jamaica Plain, where he spent three nights. When we picked him up, he had a long scar, but his happy temperament remained. He has since fully recovered, and his fur has grown over the scar, so he doesn’t have a built-in Halloween costume anymore. Happy Halloween everyone! –Neil Crowley

A DOG READY FOR HALLOWEEN How Bailey Got His Scar

guy in those photos. He’s the best. And no matter how old he gets, I have a feeling he’s never going to ditch me for his friends. Bailey came to our family as the result of a classic parental gambit. My daughters wanted a dog. (Lily was especially persistent.) I told her that if she delivered straight A's for two years, we’d have a deal. She negotiated me down to a year — a play that, as an attorney, I have a special appreciation for. The final term of our agreement was always going to be the speculative one. I abdicated all responsibility, saying that it would be the girls’ dog and that they would be the ones to take care of it. You can probably guess how that turned out. Almost every day, the first thing I do after waking up and the last thing I do before bed is walk

I can still remember the moment I was relieved of my trick-or-treating duties. It was one of the first signs that my daughters were reaching adolescence. One year, we were going out together and covering the whole neighborhood, so much so that Katie dozed off on her candy bag at the kitchen table. The next year, I was getting the hook. It was like showing up for the team bus the day of an away game, only for the coach to let you know you’ve been cut. This year, with both of them in high school, I don’t even know if they’ll go out or get dressed up at all. But I can assure you, one member of our family will have his costume on. His name is Bailey, and he’s a 4-year-old miniature beagle. Given his long, short, and squat stature, it’s easy to find costumes that fit his shape. One year, he was a taco, another year, Frankenstein. I mean, just look at the little

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