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In each little life we can see great truth and beauty, and in each little life we glimpse the way of all things in the universe.

DEAN KOONTZ thought he had everything he needed. A successful novelist with more than twenty #1 New York Times bestsellers to his credit, Dean had forged a career out of industry and imagination. He had been married to his high school sweetheart, Gerda, since the age of twenty, and together they had made a happy life for themselves in their Southern California home. It was the picture of peace and contentment. Then along came Trixie.

Dean had always wanted a dog--had even written several books in which dogs were featured. But not until Trixie was he truly open to the change that such a beautiful creature could bring about in him. Trixie had intelligence, a lack of vanity, and an uncanny knack for living in the present. And because she was joyful and direct as all dogs are, she put her heart into everything--from chasing tennis balls, to playing practical jokes, to protecting those she loved.

A retired service dog with Canine Companions for Independence, Trixie became an assistance dog of another kind. She taught Dean to trust his instincts, persuaded him to cut down to a fifty-hour work week, and, perhaps most important, renewed in him a sense of wonder that will remain with him for the rest of his life. She mended him in many ways.

Trixie weighed only sixty-something pounds, Dean occasionally called her Short Stuff, and she lived less than twelve years. In this big world, she was a little thing, but in all the ways that mattered, including the effect she had on those who loved her, she lived a big life.

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A Big Little Life

A Memoir of a Joyful Dog

Dean Koontz

A Big Little Life A Memoir of a Joyful Dog - image 1


To Gerda who shared the wonder and the loss who knows that the pain was so - photo 2

To Gerda, who shared the wonder
and the loss, who knows that the pain
was so great because the joy before
it was even greater, and who had the
courage to do it all again.
Bliss to you.

Dogs live most of life

in Quiet Heart.

Humans live mostly next door

in Desperate Heart.

Now and then will do you good

to live in our zip code.

TRIXIE KOONTZ, Bliss to You

Contents

A Spooky Moment Around Which the Entire Story Revolves

Life Before Trixie

Anticipation, Adventure, and Anal Glands

If This Dog Does Something Wrong, the Fault Will be Yours, Not Hers

If She Could Talk, Shed Do Stand-Up Comedy

She Poops On Command, But Not Just Anywhere

Cnn, Cci, Tv, and Tk

I Screw Up, Dog Takes the Rap

This Is Where I Belong

Please Dont Send My Sweet Dog To Jail

Things That Go Boom

Things That Go Bump in the Night

A Nose For Trouble

Freedom of Speech

Water, Wonder, Work

Time and Memory

Dogs and Death

Elbow Surgery and Meatballs

May I Tell You a Wonderful Truth About Your Dog?

Dr. Death and Dr. Berry

Critic, Author, Dog Entrepreneur

Endings Always Come Too Fast

In My End is My Beginning

a spooky moment around which the entire story revolves THE SPOOKY MOMENT - photo 3

a spooky moment around which the entire story revolves

THE SPOOKY MOMENT central to this story comes on an evening more than ten years ago.

Trixie, a three-year-old golden retriever of singular beauty and splendid form, adopted the previous September, is in her fourth month with my wife, Gerda, and me.

She is joyful, affectionate, comical, intelligent, remarkably well behaved. She is also more self-possessed and dignified than I had ever realized a dog could be.

Already and unexpectedly, she has changed me as a person and as a writer. I am only beginning to understand the nature of those changes and where they will lead me.

January 1999:

Our first house in Newport Beach, in the neighborhood known as Harbor Ridge, had an exceptionally long upstairs hallway, actually a gallery open to the foyer below. Because this hall was carpeted and thus provided good traction for paws and because nothing breakable stood along its walls, I often played there with Trixie on days when the weather turned foul and on cool winter evenings when the sun set early.

Initially, I tossed a ball and sometimes a Kong toy down the hall. The Kong was about six inches long, made of hard rubber with an inch-wide hole through the middle. You could stuff a mixture of peanut butter and kibble in the hole, to keep your dog occupied for an hour or longer. I tried this twice, but Trixie managed to extract the tasty mixture from the Kong in five minutes, which was less time than I took to prepare it.

One evening the rubber Kong bounced wildly and smashed into a small oil painting, splitting the canvas. The painting was very old, and it was one of Gerdas favorites.

When she noticed the damage a few days later, I fessed up at once: The dog did it.

Even standing on her hind feet, Gerda said, the dog isnt tall enough to do it.

Confident that my logic was unassailable, I said, The dog was here in the hall when the damage occurred. The Kong toy was here. The Kong belongs to the dog. The dog wanted to play. If the dog wasnt so cute, I wouldnt have wanted to play with her. Hall, dog, Kong, cute, playthe damage to the painting was inevitable.

So youre saying the dog is responsible because shes cute.

I refused to allow my well-reasoned position to be nitpicked. I resorted to my backup explanation: Besides, maybe she isnt tall enough, but she knows where we keep the stepstool.

So, because the dog had damaged the painting, in subsequent play sessions in the hall, we could not use the rubber Kong. Furthermore, I would not throw the tennis ball anymore, but would only roll it.

I explained the new rules to Trixie, whose expression was somber. This is a valuable teaching moment, I concluded. You see, Im sure, that if you had gone to your mother immediately after you damaged the painting and had taken responsibility, you would not now have this blemish on your reputation.

Following the new rules, I always released the tennis ball with a snap of the wrist that gave it the velocity to roll the length of the hall. Trixie thundered after the ball, either snaring it near the end of its journey or snatching it out of the air if it ricocheted off the leg of a console and took flight. She returned it to me with dispatch, and at once I fired it off again. After twenty minutes, her flanks heaved, her tongue lolled, and though she still considered the tennis ball to be a priceless treasure, she was prepared to entrust it to me for a while.

Lying on the floor, facing each other, Trixie panted and I stroked her luxurious golden coat as she caught her breath.

From the week she came into our lives, Trixie and I had spent some time most days lying on the floor together. I found it relaxing for the obvious reason that a cuddle with a loving dog is always calming. I also found it strange, because she would stare into my eyes as long as I wanted to meet hersten minutes, twenty, thirtyand she would rarely be the first to look away.

These sessions were meditation but also communication, though I cant explain what she communicated other than love. I can say that I frequently saw in her eyes a yearning to make herself understood in a complex way that only speech could facilitate.

Staring into Trixies eyes, I was sometimes silent but at other times talked to her about my day, my problems, my hopes, whatever came into my head. Those who love dogs know well this kind of rap. The dog does not reactand is not expected to reactto any of this, but listens and wonders. Dogs swim through a sea of human speech, listening attentively for words they recognize, patiently striving to interpret what we say, although most of it is and always will be incomprehensible to them. No human being would have such patience. Counting the many commands she had been taught when in training to be an assistance dog and all that she had learned on her owncookie, chicken, walk, duck, stepstool, oil, painting, restoration, electromagnetismher vocabulary was at least a hundred words. It would more than double over the years. This got me thinking. The recognition that words have meaning, the desire to remember them, the intention to act on those that are understooddoes all of this lead to the conclusion that the dog also yearns to speak?

On that January night, because Trixie had been an undiluted joy during the previous four months and had already been a force for positive change in me, I said, Youre not just a dog. You cant fool me. I know what you really are.

As if in response, she raised her head, eased back slightly, and regarded me with what might have been concern. Golden retrievers have versatile brow muscles that allow them a wide range of facial expressions. She never before responded to me in this fashion, and I was amused to interpret her look as meaning, Uh-oh, somehow Ive blown my cover.

Youre really an angel, I continued.

To my surprise, she scrambled to her feet as if in alarm, ran down the hall, turned, and stared back at me. Muscles tensed, legs spread for maximum balance, head lifted, ears raised as much as a golden can raise them, she seemed to be waiting for what I might say next.

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