This post comes with some sadness, so I warn you all to please cover your humans eyes so they don’t have to read what I say. The two legged ones are just so emotional, then their eyes water…and we have to pick up the pieces.
Last week on March 25th, 2009 my Uncle Frisco passed away. Instead of focusing on his cross over to the rainbow bridge I would like to take this opportunity to talk about the greatness that is a Frisco. After all, if it weren’t for his awesomeness my human would have never gotten the bigger version of him (a Welsh Terrier)…which is me!
My Uncle Frisco was retrieved from San Francisco as just a little guy, my human was in the 5th grade and was counting down the days that she would get to see him. Apparently, she wanted to name him “Buddy,” but thank dogness my human’s human had some sense and gave him the more fitting name of Frisco.
The first night they had him, they stayed in a hotel which was of course a no-dogs allowed type of place. Luckily, the human and company were able to get him in for most of the night, until my Uncle needed to make a tinkle. My human’s Mom zipped him up in her jacket and took him out to do his business. On the way back to the room, one of the hotel people walked past the human’s Mom and of course Frisco being who he is, popped his head out of the jacket to say hello. Due to his ability to ignore the rules – he was kicked out of the hotel room, and forced to reside at another hotel with my human’s Dad.
Frisco spent many days in Arizona as the greatest family addition. He flew over dinner tables and grabbed chocolate cake in a swift manner, he escaped through every open doorway looking for his next adventure, he left gifts (treats) in the briefcases of his human’s boss, and once peed on a “house guest” whom he must have known was not welcome. Most importantly, though was his amazing ability to comfort any two legged in need of some dogly loving. Theraperizing humans was a gift of Frisco’s, something I don’t think I will ever be able to hold up to, but darn it!!! I will try! When my human had her tonsils taken out Frisco snuggled her butt, basically healing her with his powers. Simply amazing he was.
After 13 ½ years Frisco brought more light and laughter into the home of my human than I thought was doggly possible.
I guess the best way to put it, is that Frisco – the best Uncle ever, was the symbol of family – plus a fuzzy goofball!
We love him very much!
Slurp!
Mr. T-Bone Beasley
