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December 28, 2005
Brownie, Most Faithful Dog Ever Browsing my archives, I just noticed this 2001 picture of my faithful old dog Brownie. He was one of our Zen dogs, that just show up on the farm from wherever and start eating our food. He was my grandmother Sallie Barger's main favorite alpha dog running the yard. This picture was taken a month before she passed.
I never figured out quite what breed of mutt he was, but for a medium sized and powered dog, he had quite a lot of heart and stamina. For one thing, six months earlier he had survived a pretty rough entanglement with a pit bull- barely.
Most significantly to me, a few years earlier when I was just visiting down on the farm, he was there when I severely busted up my leg, slipping on the front steps. I would eventually figure out that it was a triple break that required surgery, but all I knew right that moment was that I had a bad crisis.
So I'm sitting on the icy step waiting for an ambulance, and anxious not to panic Granny. Just at that needful moment, Brownie eased up beside me, and laid his head in my lap. He sat there real still with me until help arrived.
I'm not given to believing in ghosts, but it has been noted that dog is God spelled backwards. I'll just say that if a God had been sending an emissary to comfort me, that would have been the form I most needed there and then.
Brownie just disappeared a couple of years ago, after something like eight years. The most likely scientific explanation is that he tangled with something bigger than him out in the woods. Not really knowing though, I prefer to think that, like Enoch, he walked with God to heaven. That's what he deserved, anyway.
