Why All Dogs Should Go to Heaven

1373062867821-001Blogapalooz time! This is our monthly writing challenge.

Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to publish a post in one hour. Here is tonight’s challenge:

Write about an animal. It can be a pet. A fictional character. A pest in your house (my personal favorite recently).

Although the first animals that come to mind is our loving Trio of Trouble, I have to say, the animal that made a strong impression in his short life was our kids’ dog, Guido.

Shortly after our son moved out of our house, he set his sights on getting a dog. Not just any dog mind you, he wanted a puppy from a particular litter. His friend had bred his Dogue de Bordeaux (French Mastiff) with a Boerboel (South African Mastiff), and this was what he wanted.

I had never heard of either breed and I did pretty much what you might be doing or have done, I googled them. I did know they were both mastiffs and would probably get pretty big. I wasn’t worried about him taking care of a puppy, and I knew when the time was right, he’d have his sidekick.

Our son (#2) brought a laundry basket over to our house one night and amidst the towels and blankets was a tiny brown body, a couple of legs and a tail. As #2 laid the basket on our table, a huge head worked its way out of the layers, and the cutest, saddest, most expressive faces I’ve ever seen popped out. Guido would take hold of our hearts and he, in turn, would love unconditionally. That’s just what happened.

He was a big guy with sheer muscle. His size was a little off-putting to an outsider, but Guido was the sweet and gentle. His loyalty and devotion were without question. Thing was, his personality was just as big as he was.

I learned early on that he was too much for me to take for a walk. One time, he tried to lead our walk with me in tow. He made up his mind as to where he was headed and proceeded to “lead” the way. I’m not talking about a full out run, he just moved at a pace faster than my usual short leg one. The only thing that stopped me from being dragged through town in search of a playmate was a tree, which I gracefully wrapped myself around trying to hold onto him.

Guido was a great companion to our guy, Bear. They had some good times together on walks, swimming in the lake and full out running in the back yard. Guido was a bit of a drool vessel and Bear sheds like he’s molting almost year ‘round. The organic mess these two made when they were together was kinda gross, but they got along, had fun and created a lot of happy memories for us all.

Guido left us much too early. He left a trail broken hearts in his departure. He was proof that when you love a dog and treat him with respect, he learns to do the same. Unconditional. Unwavering. Always.

We miss you “G”

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