Dogs are great. Bad dogs, if you can really call them that, are perhaps the greatest of them all.

On Friday, December 17th, our dog Brutus was hit by a truck. He died shortly after it happened. I had no idea that I would feel so much pain over losing our dog. He burrowed his way into my heart, and I will never forget him.
Getting our first puppy was significant to me. We brought Brutus into our family the same month we should have brought our first child home from the hospital. He filled a void in my life, and I was able to pour out all my pent up mothering instincts on him. But no matter what I did, he was really always Josh's dog.  He was Josh's shadow as often as he could be.  He loved to go anywhere Josh was going.  

I want to remember some of my Brutus stories, so I am listing them here. You don't have to read them. Honestly, if you're not a dog person, they will probably bore you. But I don't want to forget the fun memories, so here we go.  Oh, and it's okay to cry on this one....I did.

* The first day we picked him up, Brutus was still really little and oh so cute. Josh didn't want him to sit in the back seat all by himself, so he rode on my lap and tried desperately to climb out the window of our Jetta. I was still stronger than him at that point, so I was able to hold onto him. That night, as I was sitting on the porch with him, he jumped up and caught a moth in his mouth, and then promptly ate it. I remember thinking, "This dog is weird. I don't think normal dogs eat moths."

* Brutus always preferred Josh unless he was hurt. Then he wanted me and he wanted to curl up on my lap. It was hard not to let him since he had that face; you know what I am talking about. Because he was so energetic, he got hurt a lot. The more I think about it, it's amazing he survived as long as he did.

* When Josh left for the Border Patrol Academy, Brutus was heart broken. Brutus waited and searched our house for Josh every night for a week. He would run to the office, then the bedroom, then back to the couch to see if Josh was sitting there. Once he realized Josh was not home, he would heave a big sigh and lie down next to my feet. It was kind of sad when he stopped looking. I think he was depressed for a while.
* Brutus has some bird dog instincts. He brought me not one, but TWO almost dead chickens when we lived in Springville. He strutted right into my living room, dropped them on the floor, and pranced around them in a circle. Then he waited for his reward. It was very hard to punish him, because he thought he had done something good. Meanwhile, I had a flinching, mostly dead chicken to deal with. YUCK. It should be mentioned that other than killing them, the birds were in excellent condition. He really was just retrieving them for me. Too bad I didn't want them and they were stolen from someone else's yard. I still don't know where he got them; none of our neighbors had chickens.

* Brutus loved to play in the snow. He especially liked to run through a fresh snowfall and tear up every last inch of it. He would sink his front paws in, and then flip them up so the snow would fly everywhere. He would do this for hours. It was so funny to watch. And it always amazed me when the only part of him that was wet were his paws.
* When we moved to Arizona, Brutus rode with me in the station wagon we had at the time. He did pretty good until Page, AZ, (about halfway) when he decided he wanted to sit on my lap. He was full grown by this time, and 70 lbs. of dog did not fit in the driver's seat with me very well. Josh and I ended up switching cars, and Brutus behaved just fine the rest of the way. He was always more obedient and better behaved with Josh.

* I never had a problem with snakes, lizards, etc. in our yard in Ajo. Brutus and Lunar made sure to clear them out every morning. After awhile, I think they knew to stay away. I was very grateful.
* Brutus was totally spoiled and refused to sleep in his un-carpeted bedroom after I let him sleep in ours a few times. His favorite spot was under our bed, and he woke me up more than once in the middle of the night with his snoring.

* They say dogs have a sense about people. Brutus hated the UPS man in Ajo, who was admittedly pretty sketchy. But he loved the FedEx guy, who was much nicer and clean cut. I think it was only partly because he brought dog biscuits. He almost attacked a Jehovah's witness who was trying to open our gate. Once while the dogs were outside, the wind blew the gate open. Our neighbor, a friendly older gentleman, tried to close it. Brutus didn't bother him until he stepped foot in our yard. That was his mistake. Brutus is very territorial, and he pinned our neighbor against the fence. He didn't release our neighbor until I ran outside and told him to come. I apologized to the neighbor, but was glad to know that Brutus had my back.

* Josh worked nights and went to camp a lot when we lived in Ajo. So many people asked me how I handled it. But honestly, I never felt scared with Brutus around. He was very protective of me and Lunar, and I knew I was safe with Brutus there. He was very fast, had a big bark, and always made sure I knew someone was at our house.

* Once I had to take Brutus to the vet for an infected sliver on his face. We had a little flashback to the road trip from Utah to Arizona. Luckily the ride was considerably shorter, and we made it without too much incident. Because of Brutus' size and energy, the vet decided to drug him before treating him. Afterwards, the vet tech told me they were going to wake Brutus up so we could go home. I timidly asked the tech if he could leave Brutus sedated for the ride home. He laughed, but readily agreed after I explained why. I decided that was the only way to travel with Brutus if Josh couldn't be with us.

* Brutus loved to go to the park and go for walks. Some days, he was my only motivation for jogging. He was so sad when we didn't go. He also loved to ride in the car or truck, and stuck his head out the window like a typical dog, with his tongue hanging out.
* He was such a smart dog. He understood more than I thought was possible for an animal. I talked to him and Lunar when I was home alone, and Brutus usually responded in his own way. He definitely knew the meaning of the quite a few words and phrases. And when he didn't understand, he would cock his head to one side as if he was saying "Huh?"

* He had ways of communicating with me as well. Sometimes he didn't like it when I played the piano. Either he wanted attention, or I had disturbed his nap. He would come over to me, put his head under my hands, and then hit my hands off the keys. It was kind of annoying. He also liked to wake me up in the morning by shoving his cold, wet nose under my blankets. He would burrow his way through the covers until he found me. I found this extremely annoying.

* When we moved from Ajo to Safford, he broke out of his cage in the trailer twice, and Josh looked into our rear view mirror to see Brutus sticking his head out the opening at the front of the trailer. We finally just gave up trying to keep him in the cage. He was always a little claustrophobic.
* I think I was most proud of Brutus when he killed the Gila Monster that got into our yard. We were out of town, and a friend was watching the dogs for us. The Gila Monster bit Lunar in the face, but Brutus ripped it away from Lunar's face and killed it. Lunar may have helped with the killing, but I have a feeling it was mostly Brutus. Gila Monsters are extremely poisonous and supposedly have very strong bites. Apparently, this one was no match for Brutus.

* Brutus loved to catch bugs: moths, spiders and flies. He would hunt them and eat them. But he knew that scorpions were mean. He never tried to protect me from any other insects, but if he saw a scorpion, he would growl and get in between me and it. Then he would do his best to kill it. Sometimes he would get stung, sometimes he wouldn't. But he never let it sting anyone or anything else.
* When Brutus was still a puppy, we snuck him into Bear Lake. We had driven all the way from Springville, and didn't realized that dogs weren't allowed on the beach. We didn't want to turn around, so we walked him in. He loved to swim, but was limited since we were hiding him from the rangers. This summer, we took the dogs to Roper Lake near our home. Brutus had the time of his life! He swam after the ducks, followed the canoe around, and retrieved anything we threw out into the water. I have never seen him so happy! I wish we would have made another trip this year.

* Anyone who has ever met Brutus knows how hyper and crazy he was. But he could be calm when the situation called for it. After we found out that I had miscarried again after the IVF treatment, I was pretty devastated. I remember sitting on the couch crying, and Brutus came and rested his head in my lap. He sat perfectly still and watched me. He didn't act up or get hyper; he just stayed there in case I needed him. Dogs are very intuitive about human feelings.

* Earlier this fall, Brutus tore a ligament in one of his back legs. It was obviously causing him pain, and he was limping for a while. We took him to the vet, and she said he needed to be leash walked for six weeks in order for the ligament to heal. That meant he couldn't run AT ALL. I was pretty sure we weren't going to be able to make it six weeks without running. He did get out a few times, (and loved every minute of it!) but for the most part, we made it through. Because I had to walk him every time he went outside, I got to spend a lot more time with him outdoors. I am actually really grateful for those six weeks now. He was better behaved and happy to be walking with me. He loved being outside, and got used to me by his side. I liked him a lot more after those six weeks.


You just can't replace a dog like Brutus. He had a pretty unique personality, and it made him special, even if it was only to us. And now I have documented the good memories. Brutus drove me nuts a lot of the time, but I really did love that crazy dog. I stole this quote from my friend Arlene's blog. She recently lost her dog as well. For us ladies without kids, these dogs are a lot like our children. And I think this quote makes an excellent point.

"I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?"

~Sir Walter Scott