Dog. Brodie. Pup. Bosco. Houdini. He had many names, but he was always a good fiend. Poor pup passed away on Sunday, July 20, 2003 at around midnight. He was 7 years old, just about 47 years in 'Human-Dog' conversion. It seems just a little while ago that pup was in the kitchen, crying like the little pup he was at night.
He was a labrador/shepard mix, a very light yellow color with a completely white stripe between his eyes. He loved his Beggin' Strips, Kong, and of course, his Buddy Glow Ball. He also liked is stuffed animal collection, his monkey, snowman, and ducky (they all squeeked and the ducky - an easter present - would sing to him). The duck was the only one that he didn't rip up right away. I think it was the singing, he liked it to sing to him, crazy dog. But he also liked his Nylabone, tennis balls, and his favorite water toy, that double ball rope thingy you see him with in the picture.
Dog was kinda funny, he was a waterdog (at least, his breed is a water dog), but he was scared of water. He could swim, but he preferred solid ground. I think it was because he almost drowned when he was a little pup. He was right next to me when I turned on the hose, a second later I looked by my side where he was and the little dog was gone. I look in the pool and see him underwater, about a foot down and falling. I jump in and bring him back up, ready to give him mouth-to-snout resuscitation. Luckily for me, he started coughing by himself. I think it all happened so fast, he didn't have a chance to suck in some water.
Over last summer I taught dog not to be so afraid of the water, and we would play ball in the pool, or just swim around. He never went in if no one was around. But once I got in, he would stand on the second step, waiting for me to throw his ball.
Bro also had many encounters with cacti, coyotes, havalinas, snakes, rabbits, scoripions, and tarantulas. I remember having to pluck out thorns from his paws, cactus needles from his snout and legs, and chasing him away from biting a snake and scoripion. He also liked to try and bite flying bugs, but only hornets and bees were slow enough for him to catch. Thankfully, none of them had stung him in his mouth.
Pup liked walks at the Tempe Town Lake, we'd go at the back end and run around. There was all sorts of bushes and animals on the backside, and hardly any other people, so we had this little stretch of flood control to ourselves. We'd find golfballs, tires, signs, and all sorts of things.
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