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