{"id":3154,"date":"2011-09-14T22:37:51","date_gmt":"2011-09-15T02:37:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/?p=3154"},"modified":"2011-09-15T22:44:39","modified_gmt":"2011-09-16T02:44:39","slug":"ol-boone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/2011\/09\/14\/ol-boone\/","title":{"rendered":"Ol&#8217; Boone"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>No kid who reads makes it to middle school without boo-hooing through <em>Old Yeller<\/em>\u00a0and <em>Where the Red Fern Grows<\/em>. And there are a million more boy-and-his-dog-who-eats-it-at-the-end stories out there. In fact, a few years ago, Gordon Korman published a young-adult novel called <em>No More Dead Dogs<\/em>, in which the main character laments having to do a book report on yet another tearjerker in which Ol&#8217; Shep meets his maker.<\/p>\n<p>I get that. It&#8217;s clich\u00e9.<\/p>\n<p>But there&#8217;s something about it. The death of a dog. It&#8217;s a pain like no other I&#8217;ve felt.<\/p>\n<p>I was having dinner Saturday night at my sister&#8217;s house. And when Wa&#8217;s computer goes to sleep, it scrolls through and displays the photos in the archives. A new, random picture every four seconds. Mostly they&#8217;re of chubby babies and birthday cakes, of course, but halfway through my turkey burger, I looked up to see<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_3155\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3155\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Boonie-in-My-Lap.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-3155\" title=\"Boonie in My Lap\" src=\"http:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Boonie-in-My-Lap-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Boonie-in-My-Lap-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Boonie-in-My-Lap-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Boonie-in-My-Lap.jpg 1600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-3155\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">me and my boy.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>And it was so sharp in my throat just then.<\/p>\n<p>I wish the quality were better, but this was one of the crappy pictures I took in the few months I had my Blackberry, before I decided I didn&#8217;t really want to pay for the data plan and gave it to Wa. Later, she saved the photos to her computer and emailed them to me.<\/p>\n<p>I think it&#8217;s the first <a href=\"http:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/?p=937\">photographic evidence of myself<\/a> I ever put on the blog. I was finally like, fuck all this semi-anonymous bullshit: you already know this is my dog, who died; well, here&#8217;s me&#8212;I&#8217;m the asshole <a href=\"http:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/?p=2503\">who let it happen<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, when this pic popped up on my sister&#8217;s monitor, a sob welled up. My nephew was asking me to watch <em>Spongebob Squarepants<\/em> with him though, so I blinked and blinked and the tears crawled back into their ducts. But I&#8217;ve been thinking about that moment&#8212;when Boonie piled into my lap in the big blue chair at Nana&#8217;s&#8212;for four days now. I can feel the weight of his chest on my chest and his silky ear against my chin.<\/p>\n<p>I just can&#8217;t believe I still miss him this much.<\/p>\n<p>And I just cry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>No kid who reads makes it to middle school without boo-hooing through Old Yeller\u00a0and Where the Red Fern Grows. And there are a million more boy-and-his-dog-who-eats-it-at-the-end stories out there. In fact, a few years ago, Gordon Korman published a young-adult novel called No More Dead Dogs, in which the main character laments having to do &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/2011\/09\/14\/ol-boone\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Ol&#8217; Boone<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3154","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-animules"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3154","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3154"}],"version-history":[{"count":14,"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3154\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3174,"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3154\/revisions\/3174"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3154"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3154"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3154"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}