I got hundreds to thousands of photos through my life. A lot of which would match up to stories here on Cowabunga Corner, but for one reason or another they are not chosen. This does not mean that these photos are not worth sharing and do not hold stories of their own. I would like to keep sharing what I can here on the site, so whenever I can I will share a photo and a story to go along with the photo. If it’s a part of events that has been shared here, we will link back to the stories of the events themselves as well. Hope everyone enjoys. Today’s photo is Frodo and I.
Frodo was Miki’s dog, born in 2002 on Christmas day. He was a big boy, who thought he was a lap dog. He enjoyed peanut butter, doing his tricks, and laying down with chewies. This photo is taken out in the yard, looks like we were doing clean up, by the broom in my hand. I can see it was before my surgery by the arm warmer coming out from the sleeve on my right hand, and my hand is swollen in this picture.
Frodo had one half brother who lived with us, that was Tonto. Tonto was my mother’s dog, he was born earlier in the same month. Tonto was taken from us in March 2012 by bone cancer. The two brothers grew up together, played together and got along for the most part. While Tonto was the bigger one of the two, Frodo was the boss.
Sadly we lost Frodo this past February. His face swelled up on us, he was in a lot of pain and even had a stroke. It was a hard time for him, and we all miss him deeply. Over the past year I was seeing his age and health take over, as he long walks got shorter and slept more. The stroke he went through had to be one of the worse mornings for me, as he scared me so bad. And I knew he was suffering.
When I think of Frodo, I remember the different expressions he would give. I remember how he’d demand to be petted by pawing at our arms when he wanted attention. I remember him refusing to eat his snacks, unless he got to do his tricks. He wanted everyone’s attention. Loved it when people would scratch his butt, right near the tail. I remember how much he loved to play in the snow. He brings a lot of good memories to my family as he lived to almost 13 years old.
We all miss Frodo and keep him close in our hearts.