On March 27, 2010, a fat little wide eyed demon joined the WooCrew and made himself if not exactly at home, at least known to all. He was Harley, and he was gnarly and he Flambed his way into the hearts of many, including me.
And today, 11 years and a month later, he was TWooie and he went out with the same minimal fanfare in which he arrived, and he’s Getting The Bunnies in the big farm in the sky.
He enjoyed many adventures during his time on this earthly plane. Wherever so went his “brutha” Woo, so TWoo did he.
He ate Terrible things for breakfast whenever he could.
He braved the scary waters of the pacific ocean so he could go fishing.
And to Get The Bunny he fully committed and became the bunny.
He challenged us all in many ways. He was independent minded and I was never sure if he loved me or even liked me, but he was a big fan of the cookies I always carry. He made Dexter’s life if not miserable, at least difficult. It took a lot of work and learning to teach him to ignore other dogs, because doG knows he Did Not Like dogs who were not in his Gang. When I first got him and I reprimanded him for being a dink he chased me across the yard to bite me in the pants. It was not an auspicious start.
But over the years we reached an understanding and a mutual respect. He was not my favourite dog (sorry fans) but I loved him and today when I set him free, I was – and am – far, far sadder than I ever thought I’d be.
Tonight the dogs will enjoy the canned mackerel I optimistically bought for him this weekend, because old age and his body betrayed us both. And wherever it is that not-actually-very-good-dogs-but-very-good-bois go when they leave us, I hope Snarly TWooie is there already, and that he gets to be as crabby as he wants.
I miss you little buddy.