Boo Radley gave us a scare this week. Our sevenish-year-old Parti Schnoodle who came into our lives as an abandoned, starving, severely matted rescue whose tangles were so horrible they nicknamed him Einstein, had a lump pop up over his left hip.
We went straight to the verge of panic, stopping short of it when the vet had a quick opening.
I dropped him off Thursday morning for some tests and left a skeptical, trembling Boo with the look of betrayal in his eyes in the caring hands of our veterinary clinic’s staff, who always greet us by name.
The call came during a state Zoom call when some of our students were presenting their projects on poverty to leaders across the state.
I shut off my camera and muted my microphone and took the call.
“Boo Radley is going to be fine,” the office assured me. “He has a lipoma, a benign tumor of fatty tissue.”
They’d performed a fine needle aspiration and examined the cells to be sure that they were not cancerous.
I picked him up after work, and as I was waiting for him to be brought up front, one of the veterinary technicians whispered, “I just want you to know how sweet your dog is. I was back there earlier, and I caught him looking at me with his big eyes, pleading with me to love on him. I opened his kennel and took him out and he showered me with kisses. He is one sweet boy!” This vet tech was a man, and Boo has always taken to men much more quickly than women. On the Schnoodle Facebook page, this seems to be a Schnoodle trait to prefer men.
He’d already forgiven me for leaving him by the time they handed him back to me. He caught a glimpse of the dog before him leaving, meandering with his family back to their car, and barked cuss words at them like a little banshee.
“This is ‘the other side’ of Boo Radley,” I pointed out. “Sweet boy can’t mind his own business. He has strong opinions and forces them on others.”
They chuckled and handed me the bill. I did not chuckle, and paid it.
As we neared the Johnson Funny Farm, I cracked the window so Boo could do his favorite thing – – sniff all the smells of the fauna and flora of the realm that is now his permanent place in the world – not a place of abandonment, but a place of love and belonging. The place where he will live out his full life, grow old, and cross the Rainbow Bridge someday. Just not today, thankfully.
I assured him when he got up this morning that he did not have to go back to the vet today. He went outside, did his business, and came in and had his blue jean time where he plays tug of war with the legs of my husband’s jeans for a moment, then had his treat. As I write at this very moment, Boo is snuggled by my right shoulder as he is each morning, snoozing in the comfort of the life he knows.
And my heart, too, is at peace.
Common Threads 
I have to admit I’m feeling a little sadness that Charlie and Boo never had a chance to meet. Charlie had one of those lumps for years. He had it drained once, maybe twice, but it was never a huge concern. I’m glad Boo is ok and wish I could pet him through the screen.
I picked up Charlie’s ashes (waited three days after they called me) and buried the little box in the butterfly garden. We got Charlie from a breeder who had poodles and schnauzers. Next time I’d like to find a rescue. But we will wait a little while. Thanks for understanding. Schnoodles are the sweetest!
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Margaret, my heart hurts for you in your loss. Our dogs are family, and so dearly loved – Charlie and Boo would have been great friends. They’ll romp around over the Rainbow Bridge someday, I’m certain, since they didn’t get the chance to meet on this side of it. I know that your heart is sad but also very peaceful knowing Charlie is no longer suffering and that his ashes will rise in beauty in the cycle of life that springs from the earth again in flowers and blooms. Blessings to you!
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