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Guest Post: ThatOne and Baby

The following is a guest post written by ThatOne, a 3-year-old English Bulldog and AKC certified Canine Good Citizen. He is the original Champion Fur Children’s Literacy, visiting schools promoting literacy, and an active pet therapy dog with a major health care system in California. You can read more about ThatOne and his work on his blog, ThatOne | EBD at

ThatOne, the Bulldog.

Once upon a time I had a great friend.  Her name was Baby. She was a grey Schnauzer/Poodle mix. Her fur was curly and she had long, black eyelashes. Her teeth were the whitest white, even and perfect.  She was so beautiful to me.  So far, in my nearly four years of life, she was the only and best canine friend I have ever had.

Whenever I was with her, (which was everyday), she made things I generally don’t like to do seem special. For example, I don’t especially enjoy walking on leash. I do it ’cause I have to and I’m trained and all, but I don’t like it. On leash, Baby always walked with such gusto, with such a spring in her quick, tippy little steps, her head held high, her tail straight up. I didn’t mind keeping up with her. Her person never took her for walks. In his defense, he worked in LA, 90 miles one way from where we lived so Baby was left at home alone for hours. Often in a crate.

She loved, loved, loved playing Nip-the-Neck with me. She loved fence-running and working up the dogs who lived on the other side of them. We’d jump on Her bed and run a muck about the house fur hours, chasing and jumping and playing rough with each other. Her fur would be all wet because of my big mouth. She was loud and verbal. She was the NeNe of the neighborhood.  She barked every time the doorbell rang or if she heard a doorbell ring on TV.  She was the guard dog around here.

She never seemed to want to go home.  She’d hide under our slip covered chair while her person called and called for her.  When she refused to come out, he took to letting her just stay with us and that was alright by me.  She was a girl who really knew how to have fun.  I loved, loved, loved her. I think I still do.

One morning, she got out from her fenced backyard. She wore no collar, had no tags, and was neither licensed nor micro chipped. After that, I never saw Baby again. I couldn’t tell which one of us was more upset:  Me… Or Her.

She visited all the neighbors and asked if they’d seen Baby. She drove up and down the streets of the neighborhood looking for Baby. She visited the two nearby animal shelters (both of which are in excess of 50 miles one-way from where we live) for days searching for Baby.

She got the bright idea She would print “Lost Dog” flyers so She asked Baby’s Person for a picture. Astonishingly, he had no pictures! Not one single picture of the girl who brought the sunshine into my life, who played with me with my toys; the girl who went for walks on-leash with me and nipped my neck and I didn’t mind. The yippy, yappy, high energy, high-stepping, prancing gait girl who was the best friend I ever had– had disappeared without a trace.

Baby was never seen, nor heard from again.

She takes me to this place hoping we’ll find another Baby to fill the void left in my life, but no luck so far.  I miss Baby.  I never had another playmate since who was as approving, loving, accepting, fun and flexible as her.

The older you get, the harder it is to make new friends.

Oh, Baby, won’t you please come home?

Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down the road and back again
your heart is true you’re a pal and a confidant

I’m not ashamed to say
I hope it always will stay this way
My hat is off, won’t you stand up and take a bow

And if you threw a party
Invited everyone you knew
You would see, the biggest gift would be for me
and the card attached would say,
Thank you for being a friend

Thank you for being a friend
Thank you for being a friend
Thank you for being a friend

Andrew Gold | Theme from The Golden Girls | 1985-1992

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