How Baron Became Baron

Probably the most important story in this Saga of Baron is how Baron and I got together. I recently wrote about it here in an effort to have Baron named Schnauzer of the Month. (Sidebar: he didn't win. I know, sadness.) Anyway, I am so very glad that stress led me to a random lunchtime search for cute puppies for sale. Baron came from a great breeder who breeds mini schnauzers with her best friend. You could tell instantly that the puppies were loved and cared for and were vey well socialized.

The first photo I ever saw of Baron. Look at the button tail.



Baron and his siblings. Baron is on the right.

 I took my friend Heather with me to check out these adorable little puppies and by the time we got there, only two were left. I already had my eye on Baron but his brother was adorable and cuddly and oh, so sweet. But Baron marched right up to me and started licking and then chewing on me and somehow I just knew this doggie was supposed to be mine.

Baron and Heather. I think she liked him right off, too.

How did I come up with Baron Von Spurrier? Well, for one, I have a thing for royal titles for dogs. My parents' poodle is named Duchess, and it's quite fitting for her. So I had already decided on Baron before I ever picked out the little guy.

The other part was trickier. I debated on Baron von Cochran after the greatest strength and conditioning coach  who ever lived (Roll Tide!). But as I was looking around my office thinking about names, I saw something with my former boss's name on it. don Spurrier was my boss and mentor for 4 years until he passed away in 2009. I think about him every day, and not a week goes by that someone doesn't mention Spurrier around here. He was loved and revered by all, be it by attorneys, clients, and even opposing parties. I figured that by naming my dog after him, I was honoring him. I also figured that if Spurrier were around today he would fuss to high heaven that I named a dog after him and would tell everyone--but secretly he would be pleased.