Jewish Dogs

Sophie, knowing she looks gorgeous in her Chanukah collar

Sophie, knowing she looks gorgeous in her Chanukah collar

No family is complete without a dog.   A dogless family lacks a heart.  That family can never truly be a family without a dog.

These were the arguments presented to Josh and me  by our suddenly articulate 3 sons over dinner one evening 4 years ago.  It was, I recall, one of those warm summer evenings where everything–anything–seems possible.  I’d had a glass of wine, a warm breeze floated through the open sliding glass door, and the 3 boys stared eagerly into my face.  Maybe a dog would be a nice addition to the family.  I leaned back in my chair, picturing the boys outside throwing a frisbee to our dog and having the dog jump happily into the air and grab it.

“What do you think, Josh?” I asked him.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Alot of work.  The boys would have to commit to walking the dog, feeding the dog, picking up the dog doo.”

“I’ll walk it!” Sam said quickly.

“I’ll feed it!” Harry chimed in.

“I’ll…hey! No fair,” Mike, the youngest, said.

“All right, all right,” I said.  “I can see that you’re all eager to help out with this hypothetical dog.”

We agreed to be open to the possibility of getting a dog.  In other words…yes!

By a stroke of serendipity, I heard from a friend that a litter of puppies had been dropped off at the Humane Society.  Mike was available so we zipped on down there.  When we got there, we learned that all the puppies, save one, had been adopted.  We saw the little bundle of white fluff, her eyes a beautiful deep brown, in the arms of a Humane Society employee who didn’t seem to want to give her up.  Fortunately, Mike–a budding thespian–said in his best wheedle, “Can I hold her for a minute?”  The employee reluctantly handed Mike the bundle of fluff, and it was instant love.  After filling out the necessary paperwork, we were allowed to bring Sophie home.

Sophie became the spoiled youngest child–the only daughter–of the family.  We slipped her chicken and enough bones to build a model of T-Rex,  and the boys competed for her attention.  Sure enough, they played with her in the backyard and even took her for walks.  Being the darling of the family, it was only natural that we would want Sophie to celebrate the holidays with us.  But on Sophie’s first Chanukah, we were in for a disappointment.  None of the chain pet stores seemed to have any Chanukah finery for the Jewish dog.

Well, that wouldn’t do.  I couldn’t have Sophie trot through the holidays unadorned while her Christmas-celebrating counterparts got to jingle their way through the dog park in festive tartan and reindeer ears.


I searched high and low for festive Jewish items, until finally I found a Jewish dog collar, a lovely “Kosher bone” and a Jewish dog dish, which I’m happy to say we now offer you at Challah Connection.

Now Sophie and all her Jewish friends (Maisy and Sugar, two Jewish Golden Retrievers) are decked out in the finest holiday wear.  If one of your family members is a Jewish dog, check out our selection of great gifts for the holidays!



p.s. Arf from Sophie

1 Comment »

  1. Jane Said,

    December 2, 2009 @ 12:49 pm

    I love that picture of Sophie. Tres chic!

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