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KONK REACTOR column
[Published in the KONK Life newspaper on April 12, 2012.]
Long May He Run
And now for something completely different….
For awhile not long ago I’d listen to Bill Becker talk and laugh on his morning show about the latest episode in his escaping beagle saga and it would give me flashbacks. And when I’d cross paths with Doug Bennet taking his two Siberian Huskies on a stroll through Old Town — or hear about their parties at the Schooner Warf — it would transport me back to the 80s and 90s when a similar pair graced so much of my daily life.
I was thinking about those days again lately, and remembered something I’d written almost 1/4 of my life ago. I had penned this (slightly edited for a different audience) tribute to the greatest dog that ever lived…
1/3 of my life ago (or 125% of my daughter Jonna’s life ago) a Siberian puppy named Wolfgang Amadeus joined my wife Maria and me as we moved into our first house of our own together. At the time there was no thought that when the new millennium came around, he’d leave us behind…..
Wolfie was an escape artist. More than once he had me up at 3:00 in the morning scouring the neighborhood, after I’d wake up, look out the window, and spot an ingenious hole under the fence that avoided all of my attempted roadblocks to his excavation (buried chicken wire, strategic solid concrete blocks, even electrified wire for a while). He and Fox Fire — his mate – would have a good run, chase a few cats, get a couple of swats on the rear and be locked up again.
How I remember that road-trip night in Cape Canaveral, searching the dark beach and the neighborhood and a condo construction site looking for him, and thinking he was gone forever. But then to find him after sunrise just down the block in somebody’s front yard, licking the morning sprinkler water off his outstretched legs as he sprawled exhausted from a night of excitement.
And the memory of that day that Foxie came home after another jailbreak without him, and how we found him an hour later dazed and bloodied from his lack of respect for the size and speed of an automobile.
And the many more FUN memories of our road trips with him and Foxie. And those runs in the park — especially that time he thought he could catch up with that duck paddling 50 yards offshore in the lake, but soon realized that he wasn’t getting anywhere in that deep water and made a hilarious u-turn…
And all the quality time we spent with him over the last couple of years, after his mate had died of cancer. How in the sorrow over Foxie’s untimely departure we drew even closer to Wolfie…
After 15 human years, Wolf’s old injuries finally came back to haunt him, and he has spent his last few months blissfully medicated. During those months he had some trouble getting to his feet, but he’d still occasionally show us that puppy we’d fallen in love with all those years ago.
Last week it became clear that the medications weren’t doing it anymore. This week he could no longer get up on his own. Today Wolfie crossed that rainbow bridge to join Foxie in those sprawling green play-fields in the sky.
LONG MAY HE RUN.
Check out a Wolfgang and Fox Fire (and their progeny) photo album off my Facebook page.
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