Odin

Odin was a beautiful genital soul. Odin loved bunnies, Odin would let my pet bunnies eat din din (dinner) out of his dog dish with him at dinner time and give them kisses when they would hop over to say hello. Odin had a ruff side to him as well. Odin would fetch fish that I shot with my bow and bring the fish back to me with the arrow too. If I brought an elk home from hunting he would get excited to see it. I never had to hang a big bull by myself ever. He adored squeaky balls so much 🖤 you gave my buddy Odin a squeaky ball he would keep that ball in his mouth and chew on it anywhere from 10 mins to 2 hours until the squeaky popped out and then proceeded to move on to the next ball. He appreciated gift and treats, especially if they were pig ears. We called them “Pig pig ears” or “Piggy ears” If you brought Odin to Murdochs he would grab a piggy ear and walk up to the counter with it and give it to the lady at the register to ring up and wait till we got home to eat it. When you gave Odin a pig pig ear he would hold it in his mouth, and walk around the house whining, and howling so everybody knew he had a pig pig ear. Only after you acknowledge that he had a pig pig that he would finally eat it. Allot of people says “Dogs don’t understand what you’re saying or what you’re talking about” on the contrary, that is a lie with Odin. He knew what tacos were, steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, Thanksgiving dinner, pizza etc. (That’s just food) If I were to take the time to write down every word that my dog knew I would spend the rest of my lifetime writing dictionaries in “Odin Butt format” Odin knows holidays exist because we celebrated every single one together. My son Aiden, Odin and I would always dress up and match on Halloween. Steve just started becoming apart of that tradition last year. For 13 years I always had my own personal, very vocal cheerleader in my corner. He had such a loud voice and knew it too because howling would be louder than scratching at the door to be let in. His favorite food was chicken and second favorite was steak. He likes seafood but he refused to eat eggs, Odin butt did not like eggs. It didn’t matter if they were raw, over easy, scrambled or boiled. I never lived anywhere that he couldn’t live with me. He had the most beautiful tail and coat I’ve ever seen. He was truly my best friend and everyone’s pal.