October 31, 2001
June 16, 2017
When the Man waked up he said, ‘What is Wild Dog doing here?’ And the Woman said, ‘His name is not Wild Dog any more, but the First Friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and always. – Rudyard Kipling
Gracie was truly a Wild Dog and very much a First Friend. Back when I was living in Mississippi, my roommate at the time called me and said, “Hey, do we want a puppy?” I said sure (DUH!)and she joined our lives. Her story was that a mom adopted her from a rescue but found out that puppies and two year old (apparently she had one of those as well) didn’t mix. So she was going to take the puppy back, but this other person said let me see if I can find her a home. That other person brought Gracie to the coffeeshop where my roommate worked and then I had Gracie for 15 years. That’s how all good love stories go, right?
Lou was a one person dog and I was her person. She was the first of us to fall in love with Josh but I always had her heart.
Then I went and had those rug rats and she turned white.
Gracie Lou loved to be outside and she would pull the with the strength of ten thousand oxen. She never got exhausted until day three of hiking trips. She snarfblatted when she ate.
If there was an inch of water, she would wallow in it. She loved to swim but hated baths. She was not a dignified dog. She once got so excited when Josh looked at her that she peed all over me. One cold night in Indiana, we woke up to find her between us. Under the sheets, with her head on a pillow.
Gracie could be a hard dog to have. She ate everything but unpredictably. You’d think it’d had been ages since she’d counter surfed and then boom, a pound of chocolate covered espresso beans were gone and she didn’t sleep for three days. She was possessive and an excited pee-er. She was neurotic and borderline insane.
But the hardest thing about Gracie was telling her goodbye.