This is tough to write. The dog who has been a huge part of our adult lives, and endeared himself to everyone he met, has gone into the great beyond. The Dude. For a dog named after the main character in The Big Lebowski, his overall demeanor and outlook on life was very apropos. He was just The Dude, man. There are nearly 12 1/2 years of memories to share…far too many for a simple blog post. Instead, I’ll leave you with this: R.I.P., Dude. You had a love for sticks, a fear of stairs (that you conquered on numerous occasions by leaping from the top of the flight, no matter how many stairs there were), lived in two countries and two states, were often mistook for a small bear, enjoyed tripping people with your leash, tackling would-be-sledders, running along the fence with Lou at breakneck speeds directly into the bushes, ignoring other animals (because they posed no threat whatsoever), playing snowballs, mowing, digging, dunking your face in lakes to search for rocks, riding in the car (no matter where it was going), canoeing (to a point), observing band practice, receiving tummy rubs, punching people in the face, and forcing people to “silent cheer” while watching sporting events (for fear of losing a limb otherwise). You were a great dog and I hope that you felt the same way about your humans.
That’s about all I can muster up at the moment. The screen is getting blurry. The tears won’t go away. If you have a few minutes, take the time to watch this clip below. It’s from The Big Lebowski and, well, there’s just something about it, ya know. The Dude abides. The Dude abides.