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Written by Chris Beckham
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Wednesday, 06 January 2010 |
The last week of 2009 we said goodbye to our long time pet dog, Charmin. That’s a funny name for a dog, especially one that to most was not squeezable, but that’s what her owner picked, and so it was. Charmin was mostly Chow, mostly black, and yes, mostly had the (in)famous Chow temperament. We had her for nearly 14 of the nearly 17 years we’ve been married. You might say we all grew up together. As such, we knew what Charmin liked and what she didn’t like. Charmin’s favorite treat was a plain hamburger, and cup of water, no ice, from a fast food restaurant. She would always eat the patty first, then the buns, then drink. Every time, just that order.
Truth be told, she had eyes only for Kasey. She tolerated me, and accepted me into her (very) small circle of human friends, but tail-wagging was reserved for Kasey. That was ok, because it was Kasey who picked her out, and took care of her. Charmin was the epitome of loyalty. She would have fought a pack of wolves “single-pawedly” if need be, to protect her owner.
One of the funniest stories we have from Western Kentucky was when someone from the little village we lived in said they saw Kasey and me go through the bank drive-thru together. It was Charmin in the car, not me. Kasey didn’t bother to correct the person. I always knew it was time for a haircut when people made that mistake.
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