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Tracy-Ann Oberman

ByTracy-Ann Oberman, Tracy-Ann Oberman

Opinion

A gorgeous baby — canine hora

July 3, 2013 09:46
2 min read

Call the florists, send the chocolates, maybe knit a small jumper. Mazal tovs are in order this week because Maison Oberman has a new little addition to its numbers. And he is gorgeous. He has his father's black soulful eyes, his mothers thick luxurious hair and a cute teddy-bear button nose like his sister.

I'm shepping naches and already acting like a kvelling Jewish mother. I think he's more intelligent, better looking and much more adorable than any other eight-week-old on the planet. As his doting grandmother and I watched him play in the garden yesterday, after he'd learnt to respond to his name and wee in the ivy patch in just two days, we decided this little Schnauzer puppy was clever enough to go to Oxford University.

If you'd have told me a few years ago that I would be living in a house full of animals, I would have laughed in your face. I'm not an animal person. I don't like the touch or smell of them. I don't like the feeling of being beholden, or trapped by the considerations that come with owning a domestic creature.

I am a busy working actress and writer - I don't have the time for pets. Plus, we are a spontaneous threesome; Mr O, Mini O and me. Like a rolling stone we gather no moss. However, Judaism has taught me that adaptability and reassessment is crucial to wisdom and survival. So, I have caved into family demands and reassessed that having a crazy rescue cat - Bambi, as named by the six-year-old - and now a tiny dependent puppy, has brought only good things to our family.