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    Chapter Four

    Crash was well-known among all our friends and family for his gentle nature and good spirit. More often than not when we would see someone we hadn't seen in a while, the first thing they would ask was, "How's ole' Crash doin'?"

    When greeting friends, whether for the first time or the thousandth time, it was always the same. He would wag his entire body as though he was trying to fold himself in half, folding all around them, his legs going in one direction and body in another. If they were one of his favorite visitors, he would sometimes include a series of half-jumps - lifting his front paws a few inches off the floor - and bounce up and down like this for a few minutes.

    Then there was the greeting for us when we came home. I called it the "elephant dance." It really did sound like an elephant and could be heard (and felt) from anywhere in our home. It was all legs, and somehow they always seemed not quite coordinated with the rest of his body. In his excitement he would go in four different directions at once, resulting in a lot of leaping and bounding that never really took him out of a three foot square spot.

    His joy on seeing you was so apparent, and so contagious. Even folks who usually weren't huge fans of dogs couldn't help but enjoy feeling so adored by him, and more often than not it was reciprocated.

    Crash was loved by all. And he loved them back. With one exception: Cats.

    One summer when Crash was about five, I went to a concert with my mom. On the way back to our car, we came upon a young couple standing on the side of the street in downtown Nashville, holding a tiny kitten. They said they had found it in the bushes. They were staying in a hotel and couldn't take it back to the room, as there were no pets allowed. It was mewing very pitifully, and looked too small to be away from its mother, let alone wandering the streets of Nashville. I knew I was going to get in serious trouble...but I had to take it home.

    Kevin was not at all happy. I promised him I had no intention of keeping the kitten, I just wanted to find it a nice home. After much grumbling he agreed to let it stay downstairs in our half bath off the kitchen until a home could be found. It was late, so we tucked the kitty away and went to sleep.

    The next day we let Crash into the kitchen as usual. He was always excited to come in, but this time was different. His nose was high in the air as he circled the room several times, hot on the trail. He was literally following his nose, and seemed so engrossed in his objective. Finally, a pause, a head tilt, and he had it: His nose pulled him in a very straight line to the door of the half bath. It was almost like watching gravity work sideways.

    He beelined for the door and planted his feet, his nose pressed against the crack between the door and the floor, and there he stayed. Not moving, not fidgeting or whining, not making a single sound or moving a muscle. Just waiting, very patiently. And drooling. Buckets of drool. I sat watching, first in amazement, then trying to squelch the laughter, as he drooled a puddle as big as his head. It is one of the funniest memories I have of Crash.

    The kitty was relocated to Kevin's bathroom upstairs. Kevin was even less happy about this, but the kitten was safe and Crash was much less disturbed.

    Another time I remember was a couple of summers ago. Kevin and I used to like to bring Crash out front with us when we were working in the gardens, and would use a tie out on a stake to make sure he didn't wander. Which he never did...he usually just found a nice place to lie in the shade and watch us do our gardening. Understand, we only did this under the strictest supervision and kept him in sight at all times. But by this time, Crash was older and very settled. The most exciting thing we might see him do was roll over and rub his back against the grass.

    On this particular day, Kevin was playing golf and mom was helping me garden, and I decided to bring Crash out front to hang out with us. I pounded the stake in the ground and Crash settled down beside us.

    Things were going along beautifully. And then, a cat ran by.

    I was instantly horrified, thinking he would lunge and hurt himself. "Crash, NO!" Well, he couldn't control himself. He took off.

    Very fortunately, I had done an absolutely pathetic job of pounding the stake into the ground, and it came right up and there went Crash, dragging the stake and lead behind him. Right across the top of the expensive bush I had just planted, beheading it instantly.

    But now I had a new fear: the cat had run across the road.

    As Crash neared the edge of the lawn, I sprang to my feet. "CRASH! NO!" I commanded, in the deepest, most serious voice I could muster.

    He stopped. Bless my good boy's heart, he stopped.

    He looked at me, then back at the cat. I repeated "NO!" He quivered all over, whining, pleading with me, every fiber in his being wanting that cat so badly. And yet he stayed.

    Now, can you imagine a dog whose master’s voice could stop him cold in pursuit of a cat? I was, and still am, so touched by that kind of loyalty. I went to him and got his collar and escorted him firmly to the back yard. Once we were back there I told him it was OK, that I loved him, but just didn't want him to do that again. But now I think I should have skipped any scolding and just gone to him, hugged the daylights out of him and given him a special treat.

    Another time I remember with a cat was just last year. We were getting really outdone with a neighborhood cat who had decided that he loved our garden. In particular, he loved the spot right under our bird feeder. As such, it had been a very slow summer for birds.

    One day, Kevin was taking Crash out for a walk through the garage and the cat happened to be in the front yard. Kevin released his collar and told Crash to "Get him!" and man, he was gone. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. He chased the cat through several yards.

    I came out to see what all the commotion was about just in time to see Crash trotting back, tongue hanging out, head held high, so full of himself. I was positively furious with Kevin for letting him run in the neighborhood. Crash was not a “street wise” dog and I was always afraid if he ever got out he wouldn’t understand traffic. There was much lecturing that day.

    But looking back and remembering the way he carried himself as he came back home victorious, I guess I'm happy for him that just once, he got to play out his little dream.





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    Simon, d.b.a. Flat Coated Retriever, CGC, RE, CD

    Gone ahead, but forever in my heart:
    Crash, Pit Bull x Rottweiler x Golden Retriever

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    DefaultRe: Crash Ch. 4: His one mortal enemy

    I just love these chapters. It's like living the memory.

    Thank you.
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    Another wonderful Chapter!!!
    Thanks you so much for sharing Crash with us.

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    Crash should be the character in a book I just love these stories connie.
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    Your stories about Crash are so alive!

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    Connie

    Great story it reminds me of my Corgi Hap. Hap was 14 and didn't move as well as he once did. So the neighbors cat took to crossing our fenced yard just barely fast enough to stay away from him. Well he got bone cancer that ate the nevres in his hips so he got around much better without the pain. One day while we were sitting on the patio eating breakfast Hap saw the cat as he laid under the orange tree so he waited until the cat was in no mans land and pounce. He caught her just as she was going over the fence and came back with a mouthful of fur. We never saw that cat again even after we had to put him down.

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    Karon, I like that story about Hap He got his cat! I'll bet that made him so happy, and no permanent harm done.

    YOUR story made me remember a few days after Crash's death.

    No cat would have ever dared set foot in our yard with Crash there. Just a day or two after his death, I looked out on the deck and saw a large, furry gray cat looking at me through the French doors.

    It hurt so much to see that cat. It was yet another painful reminder that my boy wasn't here. I decided to, in Crash's honor, chase the cat away. It seemed disrespectful of the cat to be where Crash wouldn't have wanted him, and I thought I would settle the score for Crash.

    Then, later, in my grief, I wondered if the cat was a messenger from Crash, or even Crash himself in another form. I had never seen the cat before, and haven't seen it since. I felt terrible that I had chased it. I still sometimes think about that cat.


    Connie and "The Boys":
    Angus, Yellow Lab, CGC, RE, CD
    Simon, d.b.a. Flat Coated Retriever, CGC, RE, CD

    Gone ahead, but forever in my heart:
    Crash, Pit Bull x Rottweiler x Golden Retriever

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    Have you ever thought about publishing his story. You have such a way of bringing his memeory to life.

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    Quote Originally Posted by AbbyandMolly
    Crash should be the character in a book
    I agree.
    Didn't John Grogan start his book like this? Writng down his memories of Marley?

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    (((((((((((((((((Crash)))))))))))))))))))))

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