Arlo Joseph Guthrie Francisco Porto – (Arlie Joe) July 10, 2001 – January 19, 2014
To the Dog-in-Chief, Master of the House, my main man (sorry LD), my best friend, and the coolest dog anyone could ever dream of…
I was blessed with King Arlo of Arno, the Ozarks & Armour Hills when I was a college senior and Student Body President at the University of Denver. Lucky for us, there was a house full of girls and a campus full of students that didn’t mind when you came along to everything in my backpack or got tied to a tree outside what was then the “GCB”. Back then, you were only 8 lbs.
Thanks for brightening our world the first day we began 13 years of morning walks on September 11, 2001. That day was horrible for the world, and I knew you were like sunshine when somebody on campus thanked me for walking you because you made “a very sad day a little brighter”. When my dad first heard that I got a dog, he told me I had to give you back. Thanks for showing him you were a keeper.
Thanks for always being happy to see me, never judging me, and being my road-trip buddy while I drove back and forth to Kansas City from Denver, sometimes in cars that could barely fit the size of your very large head. Thanks for testing out the dog treats I would make you, even if I was just sneaking vitamins into you. Thanks for dealing with that whole hydrotherapy stint I made you do – I have a feeling maybe it helped you live just a little bit longer. That, and the massages, and the homemade doggy ice cream.
You know what else? Thanks for being bad at that stupid doggy day care I sent you to – they got closed down a few years after for being jerks. We showed them. Besides, you had a home to guard.
Thanks for listening to me memorize the Restatement of Contracts during law school, for moving from apartment to apartment with me, and for exploring the Cherry Creek Trail and the Rocky Mountains. Thanks for studying each Friday with me in the courtyard while I shared my Greek salad with you. Thanks for loving snow. You will always be a Colorado dog and may there be tons of fresh powder in your heaven.
You will also always be an Ozarks dog. Thanks for loving the lake and Dude Ranch Road as much as I do, for teaching everyone how to swim and for guarding the dock, for chasing ducks and trying to eat catfish, for resting your head on me. Thanks for staying up late with me on the bunkhouse deck, for waking me up early to catch the sunshine, and for making sure I could never peacefully go for a boatride. Thanks for helping me find my first house – it was bought purely with you in mind.
Thanks for being there for me through all those boyfriends. You really showed them who is boss. I think it is quite possible you waited for me to meet and marry LD before you decided it was time to go on your final walk. You know he loves rubbing your butt as much as I do.
Thanks for living with my parents when I moved to France. I didn’t want to miss your birthday that year, so I sewed you a really cool patriotic bed. The only night I ever left you alone was the night my dad had his heart attack, and from then on, you proved to be even more incredible than before. Thanks for comforting me in a time I thought would be impossible for me to feel any relief. Thanks for giving me something to rely on, to rest on, to cry on, to hold, for getting me through.
Thanks for never judging me, and being ok moving in with my mom for a few years while I chased my goals in DC. What’s amazing is that you still loved me as much as you did every time I came home, and then moved right back in with me into our house three years ago. Thanks for inventing new games, still playing with your old toys, and scaring the shit out of anyone that walks by our house. Thanks for drinking from sprinklers, hopping in fountains, and killing the animals that eat our garden. Thanks for protecting us.
Thanks for being the handsome dog that inspires everyone to ask me, still even last week, “What kind of dog is that?” Thanks for making me laugh, when at the ripe age of 90, you were still trying to hump other dogs; for teaching yourself, in the past year, how to open toilet seats to satisfy your never-ending thirst, how to climb on the counter top to get any leftover food because you were always hungry, and for figuring out how to open cabinets. You let me live my life the way I wanted to – never dull, always moving, always something going on.
Thanks for resting peacefully, Arlo Dude. Thanks for being you and loving me just the way I am. I knew you waited until we were at yours and mine and my dad’s favorite place to begin to die. May you finally catch that squirrel, that duck, and that rabbit. May you be getting an eternal butt scratch and still go on morning walks, this time with the Doc instead of me.
Today I feel as if I may never be okay without you right next to me as I work, as I eat, as I sleep. I hope you know how much better and more enriched my life was because of you. Judging from the last 48 hours of texts and phone calls and cards, you made a lot of people’s lives a little bit better.
Rest well, Arlo. When I meet you at the rainbow bridge, you better be ready to run with me again.
His favorite spot at the lake (when not in the lake or on the deck)
My view every morning for the past 13 years
Of course Arlo was a King for Halloween
He never wanted to come inside, even in the rain.
On his deck
I also wanted to say thanks for letting me give you that ridiculous lion hair cut.
Happy times with Arlo and Pal
King Arlo of Armour Hills in one of his fountains
At the old house with his new best friend
On top of the bed I Made him
Selfies while driving
His favorite bush to hide in.
Thanks for urinating on the Romney sign.
Driving in the mini-cooper
Fall at the lake
One of my all-time favorite pics – he loved to dig and didn’t realize there was a clover on his nose.
Once a colorado dog, always a colorado dog.
my favorite men
Walking thru snow
Finding the snow in our Arno Road house
At his favorite fountain at 69th and Rockhill
Opening Day last year – 2013
Helping with the garden
His spot on the deck
Trying to keep an old dog warm
Still spry for squirrels