Monday, May 17, 2021


Miró, Airecraft Carries Me Home

 Jan. 26, 2009—May 11, 2021


The bringer of joy to my life for the past twelve years is gone, dead of spinal cancer. When I went to Ohio to pick up 10-week-old Red Collar, Dale Burrier said this dog was the one who’d throw an arm over your shoulder and say, “Let’s go get a beer.” He was right. Because I kept chickens, I had wanted a dog without a strong prey drive, though like other Airecraft Airedales bred for hunting and working, Miró loved to train. In early obedience classes, I was advised to tone down the praise because otherwise he’d get so happy and excited that he disrupted the work. We didn’t pursue a particular sport but took various classes over the years just for fun. He quickly figured out that if he rolled onto his back with his feet in the air and a grin on his face, everyone would laugh. He did not bark much until Alanis died, at which time he enthusiastically took over the job of chief noise maker, a job he held until his final illness—his only illness. He loved greeting people. When we went to the dog park, he’d run around a bit with other dogs but spend most of his time going up to people to be appreciated. He charmed people with his eager expression and bright, dark eyes.