Off the Pan, Into the Fire

My journey through the realm of raising our sons...

Monday, June 18, 2018

Farewell Boris, farewell...

My dog Boris, speaker from the fence, protector of the realm, and friend extraordinaire is gone. He was a gentle soul that loved to play, lick faces, and chew shoestrings off of shoes. He was by my side when I went camping, got divorced, or was simply relaxing in the yard.

Liam was a year and a half when Boris invaded. He quickly learned that Liam was boss and allowed Liam to crawl, push, and take his food. He would just look at Liam, then me as if to say, "can you get this boy away from me?" More than once, Boris would take down one of the kids and grab their shoe with his massive set of teeth, and drag them across the floor. He once took Galen's shoe mid-stride as they both ran through the backyard. Boris wanted to be chased. He wanted to play. When it was all said and done, he would give a gentle tongue lick as a kiss.


Boris spent his last week camping. He sat on a warm, sunny beach. He drank from a cold, sparkling, wild stream. He ate some bacon and hamburger. He walked through wooded trails and smelled the furry creatures of the forest. And he spent four nights curled up, sleeping by my side.


He was a magnificent dog, a loyal friend, and a sweetheart. No longer will I awaken to find him peering down at me, no longer will he sit and watch TV with me, no longer will he bow to play. He gave me almost ten years of memories, joy and friendship. He was a good dog and will be missed. Good bye Boris, Alipe Ridge Boris of Jubulani.