Monday Memories: Demian (1971 - 1984)

aka Pee-Dog (After sticks, peeing was high on his list of priorities. Peanuts were his most favorite treat in all the world.)


Demian was my first dog, after leaving home and graduating from college, in 1977. He found me when he was 6 years old and I was living on Cape Cod. It was love at first sight for both of us.


I posted flyers all over West Dennis, West Yarmouth, and South Yarmouth and his owner came to claim him.


Three weeks later, his owner returned him to me, a bag of bones. Demian refused to eat. We were inseperable, for the next 7 years. The stories he could tell and the adventures we shared, from coast to coast, amaze me to this day.

He was my own personal Rin Tin Tin and came to my rescue, more than once. I never doubted he would lay down his life in order to save mine.


He was an extraordinary puppy raiser. Below are a few of his protege.

With Roscoe, on our honeymoon at Zion National Park, 1981


With Barney (lab) and Poo (poodle) at Lake Mead, 1984.

There are no words to express what this dog meant to me. See you on the other side Pee-dog!