I’m not a dog person.
Sure, some dogs are cute and cuddly, and the protection thing is nice. Most of them scare me, or smell bad– I’m just not that person who talks to dogs when they walk by, or posts Facebook pictures of them, or … just likes them all that much, to be honest. I’m like the dog Grinch. My sister is a giant animal lover, though, and so are some of my closest friends, like Sundance Lev, of Grrreendog Grooming and Spa. Jon and the kids are dog lovers—especially one of our kids- his beautiful heart is full with love for every animal he sees.
I only liked my dog, Biskit.
Today, we said good-bye to Bisky after nearly 14 years of his warmth, kindness, and protection. He was a good friend, and there for us during some of our hardest times- a difficult divorce, relocation to New York, struggling children. And he was there with us for some of our best times – finding love and with it, three wonderful step-sons, Josie’s birth, the gift of a wonderful friend and caregiver, Diane (who he knocked to the ground her first 5 seconds at work, and she STILL came back for 7 more years!). He watched us build our family from love, survived two bar/bat mitzvahs, sneaked food from countless family parties, grew gray hair (me too!), reluctantly welcomed new puppies, and hung out in the kitchen with me for the baking of literally thousands of cookies over the years.
The incredibly kind vet who came to our house from Bloomingrove Veterinary Hospital asked us, “What were Biskit’s favorite things- games to play, toys, etc…?”
Just like I’m not a dog person, Biskit wasn’t really a ‘people dog.’ He liked his people, the ones he liked, but pretty much wanted to eat the others, and made that abundantly clear.
He did enjoy a good game of “chew up the brand new American Girl Doll so that it requires insanely expensive ‘hospitalization’ and a ridiculous FedEx Sunday delivery fee.” And who doesn’t enjoy a few rounds of “sneak food off the counter?” Or the perennial favorite of doggie games, “scare the crap out of the mailman” with whom he shared a highly mutual disaffection for more than an entire decade.
Biskit loved his pack, walks, getting his belly rubbed and hot dogs (kosher, of course). He did NOT love when we dressed him up for Halloween, going to the vet, getting his hair done in the kids’ salon, wearing a sequin headband, wet dog food, the vacuum or getting his nails clipped.
Biskit’s real name was Blackeye Biskit Bob, thanks to those early parenting years when we still thought democracy was a viable plan. He answered to Bisk, Trisky, Triscuit, Whiskers, Frisky, Tricksters and over the past year, Uncle Biskit. He both led our family and fit right into it- becoming the dog version of the youngest child: he always ate last, learned to open and close the door for himself, had perfect comedic timing and was everyone’s favorite.
Okay, he was my favorite, but that seemed to be enough for him. And it was enough for me.
Rest in peace, my good friend.
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This blog was originally published by the Times Union and can be accessed here.