A very good dog


Portrait of Una by our friend, Robin Loznak

It’s summer, finally. The days are long, the nights are warm and the flowers are blooming.

I always spend a lot of time during this season watering the garden and Una, my 14-year-old border collie/blue heeler mix, likes to be there by my side. I’d like to say it’s purely because she loves me, but I know she has an ulterior motive. What Una’s really after is fresh food. She will stealthily nose among the sugar snap peas searching for plump pods to clip between her teeth and eat. She does the same thing with tomatoes, strawberries, apples, and blackberries. She only takes the ripe ones, and she only does it when she thinks I’m not looking. This isn’t the first summer I’ve gardened with Una by my side, however.  I know exactly what she’s up to, and used to chase her away with stern admonitions. But this summer, more and more, I find myself pretending not to notice.

She has, after all, spent the last ten years being an unfailingly good dog.

We got Una when she was already four years old. We were living in Roseburg at the time with four cats and a rambunctious puppy, and we hadn’t wanted or needed another pet. I don’t know what brought us to the animal shelter that day in late September, but for whatever reason we found ourselves walking down the long row of chain-link and cement-block cages and frantically barking Chihuahuas, pit bulls and lab mixes. She was sitting politely by the door of the very last cage, silent while the other dogs were loudly trying to get my attention. As soon as I laid eyes on her the hairs on my arms stood up and I heard a voice screaming in my head, “That is your dog! Get her out of that cage and bring her home!” I crouched down and stuck my fingers through the fence, and her tail thumped softly while she smelled me. She raised her bright, keen eyes to mine and gently licked me.

Without speaking, my husband and I both knew our family wouldn’t be complete without her. She knew sit, and stay, and heel – she was the most well-mannered and beautiful dog we’d ever seen. As we filled out the paperwork to take her home, we asked the attendants why no one had adopted her yet. They didn’t know. All they did know was that she’d been in the shelter a month already, picked up without a collar along a road dotted by farms and ranches, and was slated to be euthanized in the next day or two. We surmised she must have been waiting just for us, and all three smiled with relief at such a close call as we headed out the doors to home.


Una’s first official act as our dog was to appoint herself the protector of the family. This has meant, through the years, mostly chasing neighbor cats out of the yard and barking ferociously at the UPS man. I know, however, that in her heart she is a bold, courageous and dutiful dog, and that she would not hesitate to protect us from an actual threat. Just a few months ago Avery, my oldest daughter, went to help a neighbor wash his car while I watched from my porch. Una didn’t know the man, and she was not comfortable with him and Avery being so close together without me there. She flew down the street and positioned herself between them – eyes flashing and snarling menacingly at our poor neighbor – and herded Avery home.

Despite being a good dog, Una isn’t always a perfect dog.  She is sometimes distant and proud.  We refer to her as our “schoolmarm” because she cannot abide it when people or other animals have too much noisy fun. She has garnered a reputation as a connoisseur of kitty litter and dirty diapers. More than once in our many years with her, she has come home from an adventure in the woods caked in mud and swamp sludge, and reeking of something long dead. She is most affectionate after killing and eating rodents and snakes – she’ll climb onto our laps, look deep into our eyes and attempt to French kiss us. And of course she has that sly propensity to pluck and eat the ripe vegetables in the garden before I’ve had a chance to.

I’ve been mad at her more times than I can count, but there have been many more times when I felt like she was the only real friend I had in the world.  When I was a new mother and suffering from post-partum depression, she would unfailingly lick the tears rolling down my cheeks while I cried into her fur in the early hours of the morning. She’s listened patiently as I’ve told her my dreams, my ideas, my fears.  Like all good dogs, she never judges. Sometimes, after rooting in the litterbox or barking excessively for no good reason, I remind her how lucky she is that I decided to go to the shelter that day so many years ago. I say it, even though I know for a fact that I’m the real lucky one.


This is Una’s fourteenth summer, and more than likely her last good one. Despite the warm temperatures, her arthritis has begun flaring up. She is stiff and her joints creak alarmingly when she gets up from the floor. Opaque clouds are blooming in her eyes and the black spots on her muzzle and ears have suddenly started turning grey. She doesn’t go on long expeditions in the forest anymore, preferring to nap in a sunny spot close by the house.

These days, while picking peas or any of the other fruit Una likes, I always make sure to drop a handful on the ground for her to find. She gobbles them up with gladness, and I am happy to give them. I know that summer and its fruit, like the life of a good dog, won’t last long.

Or at least not nearly long enough.

(Originally published in The Daily Astorian on 06/24/2016)


85 thoughts on “A very good dog

  1. ladytappe says:

    I cried, that’s my measure of a beautifully written piece. Our love for our pets is truly an extension of ourselves. I have one rescue dog who picked us or visa versa 8 years ago and though he has many issues, we love him nonetheless. We just recently adopted another, and again there are some issues but we know there is a good dog before us that with enough time and love will be a great dog. So nice to know there are others that take the good with the bad and don’t give up on love. Una will always have a piece of your heart and sounds like your time together was meant to be♡

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  2. Jha Jha Calvez says:

    What a nice story. Hopefully that she will be a strong and healthy dog to extend her life. Don’t waste time to spend the rest of her life with a memorable days. Life is shorter we don’t know when God will take us, go cherish and enjoy the every single day of your life with the ones you love .

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  3. Lisa says:

    Anyone who’s ever owned a soul-mate in dog form won’t be able to read this lovely testament without tearing up. I hope for your sake there’s a few more summers in Una’s future. Thank you for sharing her with us. And now I’m not going to say another admonitory word to the dog currently stealing all my ripe strawberries.

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  4. trashonthemonocacy says:

    I, too, have a 14-year-old dog who has seen me through some hard times. I try to enjoy her much as I can now, realizing that she is quickly slowing down. I hope that your sweet dog stays happy and healthy for you a little longer!

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  5. Eunice says:

    What a lovely sweet but sad story. Our dogs give us such loyalty, love and devotion that it’s a shame they can only be with us for such a relatively short time. It sounds like you and Una were meant to be, and I hope she’s with you for a long while yet. That last photo is beautiful by the way 🙂

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  6. travelfeverstories2017 says:

    I know how you feel, as my senior doggie is now 13+ , and I fear this may have been his last summer. It’s a sad thought, because you’d like to have them around forever. It’s always a relief if your doggie stays in good health until that age, because worrying about his pains and tremors is always on your mind

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  7. Monika says:

    This warmed my heart, although it is sad too.. I don’t how to say goodbye to our best friends and secretely I’m hoping that day will never come, but meanwhile I’m trying to spoil my cats with as much love (despite making me angry too!) as I can so when that day comes I know I made their lives the best they could be ❤ (btw you might enjoy my blog on that topic 😉 https://themomotalk.com/2017/05/23/a-true-love-story-and-how-it-all-began/)

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  8. Logan Y says:

    Great story. It’s things like this that convince me that rescuing is just about the only option. There are so many potential friends out there who would never know happiness if not for being rescued!

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  9. Forestwoodfolk says:

    Lovely words and one’s that touched me as I recently lost my almost 16 year old schnauzer. She to came from a shelter and abandoned by previous owners. She too was such a comfort to us when I felt the world was against us and in our darkest hours. Treasure each day and each cuddle with her as I treasure each memory of cuddles with my dog. They are so very special!

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  10. junkiemonkey says:

    Such a wonderful story! I have had several dogs in my life as I worked doing animal rescue for many years. I have loved them all but occasionally one comes along that creates a special bond with you and takes over your heart.

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