Well, darn whoever "they" is. Dodger jumped off the golf cart and was hit by a car last night. He died. One of the hardest things I've ever had to see, watching Brandon bury his best friend. Dodger was the smartest dog and we will never have a better dog.
I'll never forget the day we brought him home. How he had Brandon running in circles after him and with the neighbors dog running after them.
We were having mice problems in our house, we had only been moved in a few days, so for some reason we decided to go to the pound and get a dog. As soon as we walked in I saw him sitting there so calm and innocent. All the other dogs were barking and jumping up and down like crazy. He was just sitting there looking at us. His paper attached to his cage said, "house-trained". I wanted him when I saw him.
We had to take him to the vet, I guess for a check-up since he came from the pound. So as we waited for our appointment me and Brandon looked at baby names. I was pregnant with Carson when we got him. We thought of Carson's name in the parking lot that day. That's something I will never forget.
Dodger was one of us. He was a part of our family before our kids were even a part of the family. He use to sleep cuddled up to me when I was pregnant with Carson. Then when the kids came, he kept his distance some, but was always still the same friendly Dodger.
He never ran away. He never peed in the house, EVER. Except one time he cocked his leg up on our Christmas tree, it was real and I think he just thought it was okay.
He was the smartest dog. I know no one could ever say a bad thing about him. You could have let him out on the side of 95 and he probably wouldn't get ran over. But for some reason he got hit on the road we drive down every single day.
He really loved to run beside the golf cart. He always wanted to run and not ride. No matter how far we were going or how hot outside it was. I know if he has anything to do with it he's running right now and wagging his tail.
He always wagged his tail. You could yell at him and he would wag his tail. Which we rarely did anyway. I believe he wagged his tail to his last breath.
So here's the story. My side of it.
Last night about 9 or probably a little after, I was running the bath water for the boys. They were getting a bath late because we had been at bible school. Then I heard them hollering daddy!! They were so excited to hear daddy pull up, so we all walked outside so they could see him. Then I heard shooting. Then I heard Brandon hollering and I looked and saw him lying on the ground hollering and crying. I had never heard him that upset. This was right after I had heard shooting, so I obviously had no idea what was going on and ran to him and grabbed him asking him what was wrong. I was panicking because I had no idea. All I could hear him say was, "I shot him and he didn't die, I've got to get the safe open." He was running around everywhere. And I kept hearing him say something about Dodger. I looked over at Dodger and said, "No, Dodger is fine, he is wagging his tail!" He was laying behind the golf cart on the ground wagging his tail. I went to open the safe and Brandon stayed with Dodger, by the time I got it open and got out there Dodger had already died. Basically .. he jumped off the golf cart and was hit by a car, Brandon rushed him home and Dodger was suffering and not dying. So Brandon had to shoot him. I'm sure one of the hardest things he had ever done in his life. Which then came the next to hardest thing was dig the hole and bury his best friend.
This is the last picture I took of Dodger. We were leaving the Tiki Hut and the boys were sleeping. I'm going to miss him and pray I can find another dog as sweet and smart as him.
Dodger you will forever be missed. No other dog can ever take your place. We love you.
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