Gordie Checking Things Out

I miss you terribly.

If there would be a title for the best ever dog; you would win. I just have that feeling. You were so loyal, a loving, un-judgmental, fun loving little guy. Little guy? At 70 lbs, you were quite the big guy and I loved giving you hugs and wrestling with you. You hated the hugs. I could hear your straining and having the occasional fart. But it made me feel good that you were there.

The G Man Watching F1

People talk about bulldogs being stupid. I say stubborn. Fetch? You don’t think so. Want a bath? Not on your life! I remember when you were being trained. You remember that little bell that was taped to the door at nose height? You would ring it when you had to pee or poop. Or just to say – get me out of this stuffy house and let me soak up the rays!

Ahhhh sunshine!

What I will remember the most is your love of driving. The word car or drive, and you start jumping around. You start spinning, drooling, whining. Sometimes I would tease you by saying car and then pretend to open the door. Then I would hide and I would hear you whining. Then we’d rip out of the house and you’d charge down the sidewalk to the car.

Cruising with Rosie and Mae

I remember a time we went for a drive. A summer evening, and the windows were down. Driving along, you with your ball – actually I think I just bought it. You liked driving sometimes with your head out and you went and dropped the ball on the street. The look on your face was funny. Could I really tell that you were disappointed or sad or glad? Not really. You did look back and then to me. A quick u-turn and back to get it. After all it was new. After a wash, it was good as new and you accepted it gladly and you went to jump on the couch to gnaw it. What was it with you and those balls? You must tell me someday.

Right now, I am getting used to not seeing you on your bed, suckling your ball. I still catch myself looking over there to see you chewing that thing.

Go get your ball!!

My sweet Gordie passed away on Thursday, November 3rd. It hurts so much, yet I know you are not suffering any longer. See you soon buddy!

P.S. I read an amazing book recently and I wanted to quote a few lines from it. Coming across the book was just so apropos…..

“In Mongolia, when a dog dies, he is buried high in the hills so people cannot walk on his grave. The dog’s master whispers into the dog’s ear his wishes that the dog will return as a man in his next life. Then his tail is cut off and put beneath his head, and a piece of meat or fat is placed in his mouth to sustain his soul on its journey; before he is reincarnated, the dog’s soul is freed to travel the land, to run across the high desert plains for as long as it would like. I learned that from a program on the National Geographic Channel, so I believe it is true. Not all dogs return as men, they say; only those who are ready.” (The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein, Chapter 18).

Below are some fun pics of Gordie.

It's peanut butter time buddy!


Ball? PB? Drive?




On guard!!


Gordo just a baby hanging in the backyard


What a Face!!


Hello little dude!