Godspeed, Mr. Gilligan


He was a good dog.

Well, no. Not really.

Half the time he was a good dog. A SuperDog. Worthy of Polly Purebred.

But the other half, he was a whiney, headstrong itch that constantly demanded scratching.

And I loved him. I’m proud that my last day with Gilligan was at Frozen Head State Park, switch-backing up to the lookout tower, driven by his and Ozzy‘s panting pace. He pissed me off a few times. He amazed me a few more. And when we met a group of backpackers who were about to ascend the mountain to spend the night, he managed to slip his collar and insert himself next to their husky in a photo I was trying to snap for them.

That was Gilligan. Half the time I loved him; half the time I wanted to slap him upside the head. Sometimes, regrettably, I did.

I never realized how hard I would take his death.

He started whining when we hit Oak Ridge on the way back from Frozen Head. I figured he needed to pee. I consoled him. Only a few more minutes. He put his black-and-tan muzzle on my right shoulder, looking me in the eye through the rearview mirror from the back seat of my truck. When we pulled into the driveway, I let him and Ozzy out. They’d been bolting at every opportunity, but I didn’t think they would now.

Not after a 3 1/2 hour, 7 mile hike up Frozen Head.

Not when I was dangling dinner in their earholes.

But they leaped out of the truck, pissed on the nearest shrubbery and bolted up the driveway to freedom. Lara, who was taking Xena on her after-dinner walk up on the street, shouted as the hounds flew past. They kept going, fueled by the thrill of rubbing their freedom in the face of every fenced dog they passed. I was pissed. Really pissed. But there wasn’t much to be done. I showered. Lara and I went off to meet friends for dinner, confident that the hounds would be home when we returned.

They weren’t. Lara went to bed around 1 a.m. When she awoke at 4, Ozzy was in the garage, grateful to be let in the house. Gilligan was nowhere to be seen.

He still wasn’t here when I awoke around 8. I put a note on Facebook. On my blog. On the animal shelter’s site. Ozzy and I walked the road looking for Gilligan. Lara called the emergency vet clinic. There was no sign of him. We decided to grab lunch and run errands. And that’s when Lara spotted him. Lying on the side of the road. Already stiff. I think he died instantly, but that wasn’t much consolation. I spent the rest of the afternoon bathed in vodka and tears, wishing that asshole were whining at my feet, begging to go down to the dock for a swim in the frigid cove.

So  now I’m sitting here smoking a cigar, listening to Hayes Carll, thinking about all the dock diving our black-and-tan dumpster diver got to do before he met his maker.

Godpeed, Mr. Gilligan. You were a good dog …

Photos of the Frozen Head Hike

Photos of Gilligan

Gilligan joins the pack

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11 Responses to Godspeed, Mr. Gilligan

  1. Wes Jackson says:

    I am so sorry Bob. I am devastated with you. Gilligan was an awesome dog and I know you loved him, I did too. I hope your doing ok my friend.


  2. Leanne says:

    I am so sorry, Bob. I am sitting here teared up. Gillie was a super dog, a huge soul and he loved you so.

  3. Candy Giger says:

    Guys, I am so very, very sorry. It hurts so bad to lose one of your “kids.” I’m with you in sorrow, hope you find peace.

  4. Gwen says:

    So sorry. He was quite a character, and we’ll miss him along with you and Lara.

  5. Gina says:

    I am so sorry about this. My heart goes out to you and Lara. It is so very difficult to lose one of our four-legged, furry friends.

  6. Bob Benz says:

    Thanks everyone for your kind words. When we get Gilly’s ashes back, there will be a wake worthy of a black-and-tan madman …

  7. Lani D says:

    My heart goes out to you and Lara.

  8. Daryl says:

    So very sorry Bob. what a great life he had…tho cut way too short. I’m going home now to hug my hound.

    take care.


  9. Pattie says:

    I’m so sorry for your and Lara’s loss. For what it’s worth, it sounds like Gilligan packed a hell of a lot of fun into his years with you. That counts for more than you think.

  10. Nita says:

    Just checking in and saw this. I know I’m a little late, but your in my thoughts.
    So sorry for this loss to your pack!

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