This past week, the Booze Dancers were faced with the grim news that our beloved mascot, the Whisky Dog, was suffering from late stage cancer and had to be put down. A nearly twelve year old, cocker/retriever mix, she had led a long and noble life and had been a near constant companion on many a night around the fire pit. So it was only fitting that a tribute was arranged on Saturday with a fair amount of good whisky and camaraderie. In keeping with that spirit, I give you the Ode to the Whisky Dog…
Ode to the Whisky Dog
Ignoring the weather or time of night
Once I had ignited the beacon light
Her tail a wagging she did run
To the patio in search of fun
From one Booze Dancer to another
To be hand-fed or just a bother
In search of Fritos, Doritos, or chips
Her appetite unquenched as we sipped
A fine companion, on a Glen Cairn night
Her fur slightly singed in the firelight
(Let’s not discuss or ever admit
Exactly how her fur got lit)
But to the beacon she’ll run no more
To St. Peter’s fire pit she will tour
To see what’s become of the angel’s share
A halo wrapped around her golden hair
So we will raise the Parting Glass
And hope as time begins to pass
That her constant presence no longer felt
Within our hearts will ever dwell
