And that’s not a slam. That’s what my dad always used to say, with love.
One of my bestest buddies in the entire world went over the Bridge today – one of the Mareike-Dales, Robin, the big handsome boy with the awesome tail and the dome-y head.
I have so much to thank you for my fuzzy friend – not just for teaching me how to be a dog, but how to be a DALE.
I remember the first day we met, at the Silverlake dog park, me with my dad who just couldn’t believe that there was another Airedale running towards us, much less 3 Airedales! I will never forget all of the times we spent together in your backyard, dad with beer in hand and treats in pocket. And I cannot thank you enough for covering my butt when, after my first birthday and eating way too much doggie cake, you rushed right in to cover up the fact that I puked it all out (ok, you all ate that but I knew you were just trying to cover up my rookie mistake).
The picture we all have in our heads is of Klaus waiting for Robin, beer in hand, and a vest full of treats.
So everyone can look up to the sky tonight – there will be a new Airedale-shaped star looking down on us all.
I know that my dad is waiting for you and will take good care of you now. I’m sure you’ll recognize his voice, and greet him in your traditional way – by ripping apart his clothing to try to find where he has the treats hidden. Don’t tell him I said so, but he always LOVED that even if he pretended otherwise.
Good night, sweet prince. You had an awesome-smelling butt, even though I was always more interested in Kermit’s. And the biggest Aire Kisses in the world to my bestest friend, Mareike.
Love,
Bogart
