Meet Tarri. She is my puppy:) I picked her up when she was only ten weeks
old. She is now upwards of six months. I have been a dog owner for the majority
of my life; the first one being a black Labrador by the name of Tara. Tara was
around when I was barely old enough to walk but I would assume she brought me
great joy. Then came Maddie. Maddie was a chocolate lab and the first
experience I ever had with death, beyond over feeding some fish. Maddie got hit
by a car late one night and didn’t make it till morning. That one hurt, I
remember one Christmas after watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer I wanted
to be just like Santa in his sleigh. So, one snowy December day, I decided to
use Maddie as my reindeer and strapped my little orange sled to her collar. I got
down the hill and maybe a block around the corner before a a neighborhood
friend noticed me, alone getting pulled by Maddie through the snow, and decided
it was best to return me to my home. My were they greeted by a grateful mother
at the door.
My brother and I always complained when it came time to clean the poop in
the kennel on the side of the house but it surely took some time for my brother
and I to get over the loss of Maddie. I wish her life hadn't been cut short
that night; there is no telling the amount of memories that surely would have
continued. The next pup was a yellow lab. My brother and I were getting to the
age in which my father wanted us to take on the majority of the care taking responsibilities.
Turned out Dusty was a bit too high strong and pulled my brother and I around
like rag dolls. The final straw was when she pulled Aaron onto a public bus,
which was when we decided to hand her over to our grandfather who did an
immaculate job with his training.
The short clip above is a brief moment I captured around the holidays with Marra (M-air-uh). Marra loved the cabin. Taking Marra to the cabin was like
taking a young child to Disney land. I spent countless hours throwing a tennis
ball as far out into the lake as possible and watching her run full speed and leap
out into the water like super dog, swim out a good 35-45 yards, and return ball
in mouth. If you were new to the cabin it didn't take long to find out how far
away to stand from Marra to avoid getting sprayed by her shake. Marra passed
away from a short bout with cancer just a few nights ago. That was not an easy
one to swallow. Being in California, and her still in Washington, I missed the
final years of her life. I got brief visits with her when I would return for
breaks; she greeted me with a unforgettable smile and would immediately fall to
her back for a belly rub every time.
So now at 22 years old I have embarked on a journey of my own; with a
beautiful little girl named Tarri. I combined the names of my previous labs in remembrance.
It's a wild thought when I think about where I will be ten years from now, but
at least I know I will always have one thing right there by my side; greeting
me with a smile and a wagging tail no matter what.