Dud Man

Dudley Wood was the most famous dog I ever knew.

I know he had a much longer and I am sure..... regal name, but his rx bottles said "Dudley Wood" and thats the dog I knew. I looked at those bottles several times a day... often passing the contents out by wrapping them in cheese... They for a time, gave him relief and then, lately, did not.

Those bottles that will cause me so much pain to look at, much less decide what to do with.

It was time...

I didn't want to say goodbye to my good friend... the stately old gentleman that he was... even as odiferous as he was... hence the name of my blog. I remember thinking when I put those words into that box while the room reeked to high heaven, that one day I would be sad when he was gone and I would miss it.

Well, I do.

Give me some more dog fart please.... just let him be happy and comfortable wherever it is that he is stinking up, please dear God... if there is one... let him be free of any pain he ever had. Let him have his dignity...

I remember him chasing mice that first fall Donnie and I were together..... we were infested and he was on guard... he killed more mice than I can remember... he even ate the one I killed with a frying pan before I could get it away from him.....

The giant tennis ball we got him when he was disintigrating the normal sized ones in record speed... Donnie and I had more fun buying it than he had with it.... it was just too big.....

He was no fun to fish with.... and I always heard you couldn't take him in a canoe..... but I do know he was good for some couch lovin'.....and he never missed a meal....He liked to carry one shoe around when we left and sometimes when we came home there would be a pile of them on the couch depending on how long we were gone... Donnie and I always gauged who he loved the most by who had the most shoes on the couch.....

When we met he was still in his prime and I think I loved him more than I loved Donnie... We spent alot of time together, he and I. He didn't know he was too big to sleep in bed with us, so it never stopped him. It never stopped him from climbing in my lap or riding with me everywhere I went. He followed me everywhere thru the house, room to room all day. He was my constant companion. The official taste tester.

That was "back in that day"....... those days are gone now.... the end of an era.....

The Grey Ghost...

Lambs ears....

The most handsome man I ever knew....

One last thing.

My dog was a rock star.

A memorial dinner was held with his 3 closest friends where many statements such as "Dudley was a good friend" and "Remember when Dudley got on stage?" and "he hated squirrels" were heard...

Later a few obligatory drinks in honor of this great dog were consumed at The Solo Club..... many a Dud stories have been told there and it was only fitting that his name be once more uttered within those hallowed walls....

Goodbye my good friend. I shall be forever grateful for what you have taught me and for the opportunity to bid you farewell in my arms...... forever you will be.... my Dud Man.