In his masterpiece, In Cold Blood, the author Truman Capote observed that neither Perry Smith nor Dick Hickok could have murdered the Clutter family alone but together they formed third personality.
The same was true of Buster and Casey as the roamed both the Harrigan property and ours.
Casey was a sweet little chocolate lab who wanted to be liked by everyone.
Buster, more aloof and a bit of a loudmouth, was really a nice dog that never bit anyone.
That said, if you were walking by the properties, one would sound the alarm and the other would start barking and this racket would continue until you traversed both properties.
It was particularly loud if you were wearing a mail uniform.
Despite their apparently different dispositions, it became clear, over time that Casey was in charge of this two dog pack.
She would periodically reassert this dominance by suddenly charging at Buster growling and snarling, chasing him through the electric fence and out into Strathmore Drive.
Buster would then be the recipient of a shock once he went through the fence and, again, when he returned.
When she got bored, Casey would steal a sneaker, shoe or some other object and make you chase her around the yard to get it back. She knew enough about frustration and torment to periodically drop it and then snatch it away as soon as you went to get it.
Occasionally, these episodes could result in a truly painful encounter.
I once stepped out into the yard as she came barreling around the garage with a golf club in her mouth which got me squarely on the knee.
I joined the long list of Irishmen who knew what it was to be “kneecapped.”
Buster had superb instincts and speed.
He could run like the wind, turn on a dime and would chase anything that moved or flew.
I often wondered what the neighbors watching from afar thought when they saw him charge out the door snapping at bees that they couldn’t see.
On one of their early morning walks behind Corcoran High School, he suddenly dove at a squirrel, causing it to leap up on Terri’s leg before trying to get away.
All before her morning cup of tea.
We ultimately learned, that despite his superb conditioning, Buster suffered from some of the congenital conditions common to pure-bred German Shepherds.
It first manifested itself when Terri noticed he wasn’t getting up either quickly or easily and seemed to lack his usual enthusiasm for his morning walk.
We took him to the Veterinary School at Cornell where they did a thorough work-up on him, including x-rays, and told us that he had a deteriorating disc in his back that was causing him discomfort.
The good news was that it could be surgically repaired.
Buster was required to stay there for a couple weeks after the surgery, which allowed me to tell the world that “there was finally a Fahey at Cornell.”
Once he came home, he was confined to the house for a couple of months and could only be taken outside for bathroom breaks on a dog sling.
Once the vet cleared him to return to everyday activities, he raced out the door and promptly blew out his ACL.
It was back to Cornell for a graduate degree.
All was well for a few more years until one morning he began to yelp in pain as he got up and down from the floor.
We took him back to Cornell for an evaluation and the vet called us while he was sedated on the x-ray table to tell us that bony scar tissue had grown through the spinal canal and was pressing on the nerves in his back.
He said that they could repair it, but it was only a matter of time before the condition repeated itself and caused the excruciating pain that he was in.
We both agreed that he was too nice a companion to put him through that again and again.
We enjoyed him for a good and memorable decade and still miss him.
I’ve been posting a piece here each week since January 2016 without a break.
I hope you have enjoyed reading them.
I’ve decided to step away from a weekly blog post for a while to concentrate on a couple of other writing projects that I’ve been neglecting.
I intend to post from time to time while concentrating on those projects and will alert in the usual way on Sunday night.
Thanks for reading and sharing my thoughts and experiences these past two and a half years,
It has been fun sharing them with you.