earnie swim

A tiny paw tapped my pant leg.  It belonged to one of the Puppies For Sale, a round-bodied Lab whose sleek black coat was dotted with curly cowlicks.  Two soulful brown eyes gazed up at me from his irresistibly earnest little face and within minutes, Earnest and True had an official name on his “papers” and a window seat in our car.  Our resident Alpha was thrilled with her new role as big sister, alternately mothering and bossing around her little charge.  Easygoing Earnie was the yin to her yang and her most devoted follower.  Although she patiently taught him everything she knew, he never learned to give dog kisses.  And my attempts at tutoring him, however heroic, were entirely unsuccessful.  Charming and gregarious, Earnie was the star of Puppy Kindergarten; the classes were held in the vet’s office and at every appointment for the next fifteen years, he searched under the waiting room chairs for his playmates.  He wasn’t given to mischief unless it involved food.  Or balls.  Or keeping his gnarly toenails as far away from the clippers as possible.  Until his final year, when he inexplicably melted into skin and bones, Earnie was overweight and usually on a diet.  That said, he never missed a meal, and sometimes ate two if his sister took her eyes off her dish.  He raided the garbage can.  He ate stale bread we threw out for the birds.  He talked sympathetic dog sitters out of extra food and treats by pretending he was starving.  His other passion was collecting balls; some he came by honestly, others he “creatively acquired” from neighbors’ yards, the park, or on walks.  Over a lifetime, his cache filled a laundry basket.  In fact, he learned to swim when he chased a tennis ball into our garden pond.  Swimming was another talent he pursued with vigor, constantly seeking out bigger and better venues.  If the local public pond wasn’t frozen, he considered it fair game and jumped in.  When the creek ran high and fast from the spring rains, he rode down it like a water slide.  He could barely contain his excitement the first time he laid eyes on Lake Erie, a body of water so expansive that it touched the sky.  He chased his dreams and stayed ahead of old age for a long time, but it gained a foothold when he lost his sister, his lifelong BFF. To help fill the void, we adopted two young pound pups who doted on him, snuggled with him, groomed him, and kept him entertained with their antics.  As his clock wound down, we concentrated on filling each moment with the things he loved most, from the simplest of pleasures to the craziest of dreams:


1.  Go for walks with the family, on his own power, at his own pace.  He flatly refused to ride in a wagon; we tried, and he tipped it over.

2.  Run.  His hips were riddled with arthritis, so I’d often lift up his back legs and run along beside him while he sprinted on the front ones.

3.  Roll in the snow.  In his opinion, it was the best part of winter.

4.  Get his butt rubbed.  Ears?  Flanks?  Belly?  Meh!  He was a tush guy.

5.  Sunbathe.  He had a favorite spot on the sofa where he stretched out to soak up the late morning rays, a daily rendezvous he never missed.

6.  Eat whatever and whenever he pleased.  A dream-come-true for a perpetually hungry dog who had spent most of his adult life on a diet.

7.  Swim in the ocean.  So we fired up the RV for an eleventh hour road trip to the coast of Maine.  That’s him, above, paddling in the Atlantic.

8.  Collect more balls.  He acquired his last one, an orange and green tennis ball, just two weeks before he passed.  It was wedged against a mailbox post and half-hidden in the snow, but that did not deter him.

9.  Own a plush pink Kong football.  It was the only thing he wanted for Christmas.  Santa brought one, and Earnie never let it out of his sight.

10.  Go peacefully at home, surrounded by his family.  Dr. Brett Ellis, our beloved vet, obliged, and made a housecall when the time came.

Earnie was true blue to the end, but my final memories will forever be:


THE decision could be delayed no longer.
Come, I begged the vet, but
not quite yet… wait until

The day of reckoning refused to be blue
or a somber shade of gray
to match my mood.

Each detail was tinged with contradiction,
shades of pink so cheerful,
I longed to smack them.

The fuzzy pink football hugged tight to his chest,
the one he held close day and night

The eager pink tongue that gulped treats laced with dope,
then lolled from his lazy grin

The velvet pink belly that wiggled with glee
as he rolled on his back in the snow

The juicy pink core of a steak grilled mid-rare,
the last he would eat in this world

The sparkling pink bottle we uncorked and shared,
toasting with goblets raised high

The caustic pink bubbles that fizzled and burned
past the obstinate lump in my throat

The pale pink solution that filled us with dread
before peacefully stopping his heart

The gracious pink sky that embraced his pure soul
as it soared to the heavens above

Whenever a four-legged shadow cavorts
across a striking roseate sunset,
I am certain that he
is behind it.

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  1. Laura Muller January 17, 2016 / 10:10 am

    This is beautiful Joan, made me a little misty eyed.


    • Just Joan January 17, 2016 / 11:33 am

      Thanks, Laura! I remember your mom cooking bacon and eggs for Buttons! He and Porky were so cute together. Years ago, we used to take Earnie and Karmal to the Dairy Freeze ’cause they gave away free puppy cones if you bought something. One day, after they devoured their treat, Earnie stood there waiting to see if we’d share ours. Brian held out his super-sized cone to offer him a lick and he snatched the whole thing–crunch, munch, it was gone in 2 seconds. Brian stood there dumbfounded and I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. Poor Earnie probably had brain-freeze for a week!


  2. Ursula Kender January 17, 2016 / 4:27 pm

    Great memories of Earnie. It is so hard to part with those who have shared our lives even if they bark. Love the memories


  3. khowardsblog January 19, 2016 / 9:08 am


    This so sad, but beautiful. Thanks!

    Keep writing!



  4. chevvy8 July 16, 2017 / 12:06 pm

    What a beautiful tribute Joan, and one that certainly brought a tear to my eye. Earnie was lucky to have a parent like you. The things you did for love. I’m reminded of my Austrian friend who had much the same relationship with her dogs. I think in such relationships the connection is even a spiritual one. I think it was good for you to remember him in pink and the rosy hue he brought into your life. Such a life had to be celebrated.

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    • Just Joan July 17, 2017 / 12:11 pm

      Thanks, Chevvy. Earnie was definitely one-of-a-kind. Dogs have such colorful personalities, quirks, habits, but they are the closest a human can come to receiving “unconditional love.” One of the things I enjoy most in retirement is spending time with my current set of fur-babies–unhurried walks, teaching them tricks, blowing soap bubbles for them to chase, piling together on the couch to watch TV or movies, baking homemade dog biscuits and letting them be the “taste-testers.” 🙂

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  5. kamunde November 3, 2017 / 12:32 pm

    This brought tears of happiness and sadness at the same time. I was Juxtaposed. The beautiful memories that you shared a true friend…then the heart break of seeing all that recede slowly is just a. heartbreak that no amount of words could comfort. I have come to learn painfully…just how our fur family really mean in our lives. A beautiful tribute Joan…you have celebrated him with honor that he so deserved. My favorite was ““creatively acquired” i read somewhere that..it is their own way of showing appreciation to you.

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    • Just Joan November 5, 2017 / 10:02 am

      Thanks, Aston. Earnie was very special to me. I think fur babies leave a bigger hole in our lives. Since they were always beside us, we feel their absence more acutely. I hope you feel better knowing that I’ve gone through it too, and I understand your pain. 🙂

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