My nephew Mark, or Markie as I still am prone to call him, and his long-term girlfriend found Corn Dog running free with no tags on the highway last summer. A cute little guy, Corn Dog had a rakish and joyful personality. He was a mix of things with perhaps some papillon or mini collie hidden in his genealogy. He had pointy ears and a fluffy neck that made him look like a little lion. His flaxen color and Mark's sense of humor earned him the name Corn Dog (aka Corny), and he quickly settled in to everyone's hearts. His perky disposition was popular with my two pups, and last year on family vacation they got along famously. It was so nice to see Mark with Corn Dog- two happy, goofy guys.
Recently, he and his girlfriend called it quits, but Corn Dog stayed with Markie and kept him company through those difficult times. I remember being so glad to hear that Corny would stay with Mark; it gave me relief that he wouldn't be alone. Mark's ex continued to help out with Corn Dog when he needed to travel, so this weekend she pitched in while he went to a football game out of town with friends.
Markie came home from the game and Corn Dog was so excited to see him, one of the great things about having a dog. Mark opened the front door to a jumpy, happy dog when Corn Dog saw a cyclist riding by on the road and bolted. Mark ran after him yelling "No!" and thought that, for a split second, Corn Dog was listening and was about to turn around. At that precise moment the car hit him.
Still alive, Mark ran to him and picked him up in tears. Broken, bleeding and surely in pain, Corn Dog stayed alive long enough to let Mark say his goodbyes. Mark's friends who had dropped him off witnessed the tragic scene and stayed with him to help him dig a burial place. Mark had the presence and grace to call his ex, who'd left the house only an hour or two earlier, and waited to bury Corn Dog until she'd arrived and said her goodbyes.
Corn Dog was laid to rest with love this evening after living the happiest year of his short life. His absence is already felt. My heart and love goes out to Markie and to little Corn Dog- who brought so much happiness into my nephew's life.
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