this is the last one, i promise

her favorite mornings were ones full of virgin snow. she would run out and stuff her face down into it to see if it was deep enough to play in. then she would look up and grin at me to prove how much fun it was.

when she was little she got a bad case of dry skin, so i started giving her a can of tuna packed in oil a few times a week. this only lasted a few months but even eleven years later, whenever she heard the can opener, she would come running into the kitchen to see if it was 'tuna time.' i'd give in and let her lick the cans clean.

she was afraid of trash cans, awnings and flags, but thunder, fireworks and other loud noises never really bothered her.

she would get really excited if she got to go on a car ride, but about five minutes in, she would sigh heavily and sink slowly down into the back seat. resigned to the fate of Waiting to Arrive.

she did not like the wind in her face.

she tested me every single day to see what she could get away with. some days she was more successful than others.

she was the most stoic dog i've ever met.

she was also the happiest, most days.

she would overheat quicker than any other dog on the planet.

she was game for anything that involved leaving the house. she would happily go anywhere i wanted to go without any concern or fear for her safety. unless we came upon a trash can of course.

everyone who ever spent five minutes with her learned to fear The Tail of Death. or at least keep one hand on their drink.

i once got tennis elbow from playing too much tug of war with her.

until about a year ago, on walks, she stayed right behind my right foot until i told her she was free. she also waited for me at every corner we came to and rarely stepped off the sidewalk.

her favorite treat was week old horse poo.

she never did have any idea of how much space she took up. and, oh god was she klutzy.

the worst thing in her world was getting a bath. second worst? getting her toenails clipped.

when she was about six months old i used to take her for 'runs' around the lake in winston-salem. i would ride my bike and she would run balls out behind me. it was the only way i could tire her out.

she loved to swim. and she would always go after anything anyone threw into any available pond. sadly, for we the people, she'd never bring them back. unless it was the floating kong on a rope, that was a failsafe. until she got too excited by it and chewed off the rope. then i learned to just throw rocks into the water. much, much cheaper.

thanks for all the good days, r-dog. there will never be another like you.


tina f. said...

Favorite memories/things about the R-dog:

She had the most expressive sighs in the world. I mean, those long long sighs of "Seriously? Are we doing this? Boo."

The first time I shared a bed with her. Ohmygod. She could not believe that I did not know which side of the bed was hers. I got a lot of sighs.

The time she used your tent as a hamster ball and rolled over to be next to you. Maybe one of the funniest thing I have ever seen a pet do.

Her and Gus asleep together in the back of your car. Holy hairballs.

The way she would look at me when I walked her if I tried to cross the street without stopping first. "Uhm. Do you WANT to get us killed, moron?"

The way little kids would freak out and want to pet her and she was so calm and nice.

The trash can fear. What did you do to her, D?

How absolutely berzerk she go if you went near the closet or the coat rack where her toys were kept. It was the only time she would jump on me and thank god because she was huge.

That dog's farts could take the paint off walls.

How content she was. Minus a sigh or two she seemed perfectly happy with her lot in life and why wouldn't she be?

Kate T-C said...

Oh, nice post. What a good doggie. The world is just a little better off because of her. :)

Jeannette said...

I'm sorry. You were lucky to have such a great dog.

Michael5000 said...

This is the best eulogy for a dog I've ever heard. It's hard to say something like that and not worry that you'll sound like you're making fun -- I'm not. And again, I'm sorry. Losing friends and losing family are about the worst things, and losing a pet is both.