"...The love affair lasted 14 years, and by the time he died I was no longer the little boy who had brought him home on that summer day. I was a man, out of college and working across the state in my first real job. Saint Shaun had stayed behind when I moved on. It was where he belonged. My parents, by then retired, called to break the news to me. My mother would later tell me, "In fifty years of marriage, I've only seen your father cry twice..."
This book hit a chord. I had a dog like Grogan's "Saint Shaun." Koocho wasn't a Saint, but he was a good dog. My sister and I had come up with his name before we even met him (we made it up). We got him from the pound after we moved to Staten Island. I was about 7 years old. He was the most friendly puppy in the pound and we were told that he wouldn't get too big.
Koocho was the biggest dog in the neighborhood, and everyone knew him by sight and sound. During the day, we kept him in a pen in the backyard.
We let Koocho in the house at night. He couldn't be alone in the house, or he would tear apart the couch cushions in tbe basement or pee in the living room (where he wasn't allowed). Unlike small yappy dogs, Koocho never barked inside. You always knew where his was when his tags would clink together. We taught him how to sit, rollover and shake, and later "speak" on command. I almost trained him to play dead, but he would always wag his tail, knowing he earned his treat. We liked to wrestle, and one day he hit me in the mouth with his thick skull. My two front teeth became loose. The dentist said I'd be fine, but may one day say, "that damn dog." Every time I see a new dentist, I am asked if I wore braces because the roots on my front teeth are very short...my mother says it was because of "the damn dog."
Overall, Koocho was my best friend and lived a good 16 years.
My mother, who used to yell, "Get that damn dog out of here!" was the one who cried the most in the weeks after he died. She said every time she sat at the table, she was expecting him to come over with his sad eyes begging for scraps from the table. I never saw her cry like that.
Anyway, I'm enjoying this book, remembering the good and bad of Koocho as I hear Marley's adventures. I expect the crying is not over....
3 comments:
Your post made me cry! (okay, just teary, but still.)
OMG, I love your dog! That is the cutest picture ever.
Awwwww, your pup was so cute! Thanks for the recommendation. I will definitely be picking this one up for myself and other dog lovers.
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