Friday, April 11, 2008


I'm glad some people are reading my little blog and even coming up with suggestions for new ones. Dolores Esmonde said I should do one on the dogs that have pretty much ran rough shot over this town for years. Well I thought there would be no better place to start than with my own sweet hound..Ady.
We found each other in the Fall of 1974. She was from a litter of pups brought forth by the union of Tom Jochems male Arnie(I think that was his name) and Steve Schrock's girl Brandy. The pups were under Peggy Bloch's porch and there were only one or two unclaimed when I went to see if I wanted to buy one.
Of course, a little ball of golden fur caught my eye and I proudly named her Adelaide, after the first school teacher in Grand Lake (at least according to Mary Lyons Cairn's book). We spent the first few months together here in the mountains but just having graduated from college and broke, we naturally moved back to Denver with mom and dad.
I left Ady with my folks for awhile and then my cousin Pam adopted her because I was 23, stupid and irresponsible.
Cole Porter might have written "Don't Fence Me In" just for that dog. She would dig under the fence, climb over it, or even chew her way through to make one of her many great escapes. After she got out and rolled in the fresh tar of the new paving job in front of my cousin's house, Pam had had enough! Luckily for me I was back from wherever and working on a farm outside of Greeley. Ady had finally found a home! No fences, lots of room to run, cow manure to eat(and throw up in my pickup truck), it was 'dog heaven'!
After about four years I moved on to play music in Grand Lake and then Colorado Springs. I tried to bring her with me but in the long run, she belonged on the farm. Sometime later I returned to the farm to bury her body, but not her memory. Her portrait hangs on my bedroom wall and I go to sleep every night and wake every morning to her beautiful smile. That was twenty eight years ago.
I know most everyone has had a best friend like Ady and there's a poem that sums it up pretty well. It's way too long to repeat here, but I have the magic computer power here to share it with you.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the story about Ady. I remember her on the farm. If there was ever a dog made to be out in the wide open country, it was Ady.