Beirut's post on the passing of Clyde induced me to reminisce on some fond memories of my pets today.
The week before Christmas 1989, my maternal Grandmother suddenly and unexpectedly passed away. The funeral was out of town, a couple of hours away. We had just gotten a new rottweiler pup, Apollo, and had him for about a month. Instead of boarding him for a day, we decided to have a friend check on him, let him out to do his business and make sure he had food & water. We got home from the funeral early that evening, emotionally drained and exhausted. I entered the living room, calling for Apollo, and did a double take. The Christmas tree was down, ornaments smashed, many of the wrapped gifts chewed open. Sitting in the middle of the mess was Apollo with that soon to be trademark doofy dog grin, tongue lolling, stubby tail thumping the floor with pride and joy. I was, to say the least, a bit angry at him, but at myself most of all for expecting a puppy not to act like a puppy.
During the cleanup I pick up a well chewed VCR movie, one of my 7 year old daughter's gifts. Turning it over I read the title out loud, "All Dogs Go to Heaven." We still laugh about that one.
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