I'm not trying to go all Old Yeller on you and make you fall in love with a scrappy mutt, only to kill her off. So I'm going to tell you right now, Butterbean passed away last year. It's OK to cry. I have. But try to forgive me if I can't figure out whether to talk about her in past tense or present. She is still very much alive in my memory. I will try not to confuse you.
Butterbean was a mutt with a capitol M. She was part German shepherd, part who knows what. She didn't look much like a German though. Other than the coloring. She just looked like a mutt. Plain and simple. That's her on the right:
|Butterbean, on the right, with her buddy A.J.|
Butterbean wasn't a very friendly dog. She wasn't even a good guard dog. She mostly just hung back out of the way giving you the stink eye, unless she learned to trust you. Seriously, you'd think that girl had a past. She didn't. She was just a very untrusting sort of dog.
But she trusted me. It all started with a game of chase we played the day I met her. She was on the other side of the big pine tree in the front yard. I crouched low, she did too. I'd start to make for one side of the tree, and she'd dart the other way. We went round and round pouncing one way and then the next. That's how our friendship began.
Neither one of us ever caught the other. And we never did play chase again after that. But I will always pinpoint that game has the moment our bond began. She tested that bond the day she killed the groundhog, but that's a story for another day.
Do you have friendships like that? Ones where you know the exact moment a friendship was formed? I love trying to recall the moment, the words said, the deeds done that sparked a friendship, canine or human.