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Griffon Nalley - February 2002 (allegedly) - May 26, 2017
Owner: Jeremiah Scott
Griffon passed away on May 26, 2017, at the ripe old age of probably 15. “Probably 15” because his early life remains shrouded in mystery, informed only by a questionable DNA test pointing to a mixed Havanese-Labradorean ancestry and baseless speculation about a possible Neandertal connection. The earliest known record of Griffon comes from his 2004 stint in a Maricopa County detention facility after he was caught without his papers on the mean streets of Phoenix, Arizona. As a condition of his release, Griffon was ordered by the state to live under the guardianship of Thierra Nalley, a kind-hearted anthropologist who was charmed by his larger-than-life personality, disproportionately short legs, and perpetually wagging tail. They were devoted to each other from the day they met until his last. Griffon had a reputation for being a gentle soul and a friend to all humans. He loved to meet new people and he never forgot their smells. He had a keen memory for who gave the best pets and who had the most delicious treats. But Griffon also had a strong sense of fairness and was something of social critic. He was known for tearing up the bathroom trash to protest exclusion from fun activities like car rides. He chewed through doors and fences to raise awareness about the immorality of privatized prisons. And he pooped at the mall to express his contempt for neoliberalist economic policies. Griffon was an enemy of injustice in all its varied forms—especially where it concerned the distribution of treats. But he was always quick to forgive and welcome back into the fold those who expressed sincere remorse for their poor life choices. Griffon was quite a traveler. He lived most of his life in his home state of Arizona, but spent his twilight years in the American Midwest, first in northern Indiana, then in southern Illinois. He also road-tripped across country nine times, logging over 20,000 miles on America’s highways. All told, Griffon visited and pee-marked twenty of the United States, including two-thirds of the states west of the Mississippi. He was always ready to go with the pack on an adventure into the unknown, and he was a great travel companion besides. Griffon didn’t have many hobbies. Like most of us, he enjoyed walks, hunting for treats, and a good game of chase. But he refused to play fetch. Stop trying to make fetch happen! Although his interests were narrowly focused, he lived a full life and had no regrets. He smelled the smells, followed the trails, peed on the bushes, and inspected other dogs’ tushes. Never once did he let his little legs stop him. Griffon is survived by Dr. Nalley and her male human, who are devastated by his passing and very, very sorry for giving him so many baths. If there is a hereafter, they hope it has plenty of treats.