Pete was born on December 14 2003 and passed on August 19 2018. I haven’t done a blog on my site in way too long but I felt like I owed Pete to show him the respect he thought he deserved. Obviously this is a hard one to write and look through old photos for and who knows it may never be published.
Being a dog owner you go into it knowing that they will likely leave this world before you but there is so much fun and joy during their lives it makes the pain in the end worth it. Think about a boat owner how much joy do they get out of their boat before they sell it? Well some maybe get weeks a year but most have a few fun weekends then put the for sale sign up and do a some fist pumping when the new owner pulls it away. Dogs… give you many years of fun and good memories but the trade off is in the end a lot of pain.
“Dogs are so weird. It’s just this little individual that lives in your house and you can’t speak to each other, but you’re best friends”.~unknown. This quote really describes Pete. I’d like to say that Pete knew what I was thinking or feeling but he didn’t..or at least he pretended he didn’t. Pete was all about PETE!
We got Pete at about 9 weeks old. Wow we were stupid! I lived in an apartment that didn’t allow pets and had to hide him (don’t tell Mary Ellen because I lied to her about having a dog) lol. Shortly after getting Pete we moved to a house where we could have pets. When we got him he was so small and cute…and destructive! He ate all my furniture and my brothers cell phone. It was so long ago that the phone was a flip phone!
We took Pete everywhere. If we went out to eat he sat in the car and waited for leftovers. One great memory was him getting steak for the first time. He looked as happy as I do when I get a steak. Anytime I went to a friends house he went with and hung out. Funny thing about the first dog is that since we were stupid he got so much more freedom than our other dogs.
4th of July around 2008 we took Pete to the fireworks display in Galesburg… What? You dumbass! Yeah I know. We spent from about 9:30 pm till somewhere around 3:30 am looking for him. We were so upset. What a dumb idea. He got out of his collar as soon as the first boom happened. I went running after him and didn’t even tell Alysia. She turned around and we were both gone. Yes I was running! Nothing funnier than a fat guy running after a tiny dog lol. We drove around calling for him and talking to folks who lived near by looking for him and we came up with nothing. I don’t know when we would have given up I do know that we kept saying we will come back but we still did another lap. The last lap I thought was a mirage..but it wasn’t! Pete was walking up the road with raccoons near by who were moving in on the evening haul at the park. He was coming back to the same spot we had parked the car! What a smart dog. He got a fresh bottle of water and some beef jerky to celebrate.
I love this photo. It sucks as a photo but it is still one of my favorites. I don’t remember when i took it or what camera (i’m sure it was a point and shoot digital) . This is a great overview of Pete’s style.
As Pete got older he developed addison’s disease. He slowed way down and seemed really sick. After our vet (Kewanee Vet Clinic Dr Ryan) figured this out he put him on some medication that helped. But, again on the 4th of July (not sure what year, probably about 2012) he got really sick. Dr Ryan met us at the clinic and told us that Pete needed overnight care and might die without it. He gave Pete a good dose of prednisone and sent us off to the emergency clinic. On the way there Pete got worse and I have never drove so fast across the I74 bridge….I’m sure I was at felony level. When we handed Pete to the staff he felt almost dead. We cried while standing in an examination room because we really thought he was gone. After an hour..maybe 3 I don’t remember they came in and said he was stable. We couldn’t believe it. The next day we came back to get him and he proceeded to piss all over the back seat of the car! Wow thanks Pete we love you too. This happened because the main treatment of addison’s is to give them fluids. After this we knew how serious addison’s could be.
Pete’s first buddy was Sam. Man I took some shit photos back then. Sam and Pete went everywhere together and did everything together. If Pete could have talked he would have never admitted he liked Sam but we knew. When Sam passed away Pete got worse. We were at the vet often getting him fluids and trying to get his medication straight. It was hard Knowing something is wrong with you best friend but you can’t help him. Eventually Dr. Ryan was able to get a good dose of medication for him and he was ok. But never great. We had many afterhour calls to the vets office for Pete. But then we made a change.. Against our better judgement we got another dog. Why against our better judgement? Because when a dog has addison’s any change can cause problems.
We got Pete a new friend. Scout!! We were worried that her coming into the house would cause too much stress for him but he found a new friend. In fact his addison’s symptoms were so much less after Scout came into our home. We were so happy and Dr Ryan was happy to get some small parts of his life back. Scout and Pete were instantly best friends. I still don’t think Scout has excepted that he is gone.
This post is getting really long so I will wrap it up. Pete was the dog that started it all. From my love for dogs to photography. He was my first subject and spent many years in front of my lens and is still in my heart. Pete was the best dog ever… not in the sense that he behaved or was really caring because he wasn’t. He was just great and I could never put it in to words. This is a really hard post to make but I felt I owed it to the greatest dog in the world.