Que Sera, Sera

Wildest, craziest, most sociable, most-people-friendly dog I ever had. (iPhone photo by BobbaLew.)

—“So long Killian!”
Yesterday (August 31st) we said goodbye to the most fabulous Irish-Setter I ever owned; “we” being me and Killian's previous owner, *** *****.
That would be “Killian:” Irish-Setter #7, rescue #5.
We dispersed Killian’s ashes along Lehigh Valley Rail-Trail, in the “Cathedral-of-Trees,” where Killian would drag me off-path so he could bark into the woods.
I never saw anything, but CRITTERS BEWARE!
*** had Killian nine years, me Killian’s final two.
“Sorry ***, I’m gonna be a blubbering idiot. Killian was incredible.”
Killian was a people-dog. He was leery of other dogs, but with people he’d rush up and lean into them = “PET ME!”
I always say Killian was the one who got me able to talk to pretty girls.
As a child I was convinced I was disgusting. No pretty girl would ever talk to me!
For 70+ years I was scared of pretty girls, but Killian wasn’t, so I shouldn’t be either.
Lunge — nuzzle! Followed by “oh what a friendly dog;” then “here I am talking to yet another pretty girl.”
Now I can do it without Killian = childhood reversed.
70+ years late I charm the ladies. I’m not scared anymore.

From dust to dust.

• Killian was my fifth dog lost to canine cancer. (I also lost my wife to cancer; eight years ago.)