Tabasco

Tabasco Cat was born September 16, 1994 as PAK Johnny Bee. His racing career was extremely short lived as he was trained but never qualified to race. He arrived in my life late summer of 1995 and departed on November 18, 2007. In order to boost his self esteem from his failed stint as a racing dog, he was re-named Tabasco Cat, after a racehorse. Mostly, I called him ‘Sco.’ Tabasco completed intermediate obedience training, but would never return when called off leash. Memorable episodes include the day he actually chased a rabbit (one time event!), ran off with Munch at Griggs Reservoir, made me chase him in my bathrobe along Kinnear Rd and took a solo tour of lower Queen Anne Hill. For 12 years, I asked him where his leash was and he never found it. He also never caught treats that were thrown to him, preferring to wait until they landed safely on the ground. He could sit, stay, down, wait, heel, shake and roll over (sort-of). A former blood donor, Tabasco helped to save the lives of other dogs. All he asked for in return was a bowl of canned food. Tabasco was also quite fond of peanut butter, cat food and the occasional Hershey kiss. He preferred dark beers (sorry Gary, for all the times he stole a lick from your mug when you weren’t looking), but only on special occasions. “Funions” gave him wicked gas. Tabasco was also an accomplished traveler. His previous residences include Cincinnati, Columbus, Annapolis, Kingston, Edmonds, Seattle and finally, Fort Collins. He enjoyed riding the Washington State ferries and was particularly fond of the Edmonds-Kingston run. While he loved the beach, he did not like to walk over slippery rocks and would only wade into the Sound as far as I would. We only ever got our knees wet. Tabasco also loved walking in the woods and would always spot the wildlife before I did. His favorite place on the peninsula was Point-No-Point. Despite being the most cat-like dog, he did have a few special canine friends over the years- Abronia, Solomon, Munch, Sam, Max, Austin, Red Dog, and Buddy. He always acknowledged the superiority of the feline species and allowed Dante to sleep with him, or even on him. Tabasco’s gentleness, his quiet presence and constant companionship will be missed. He taught me about forgiveness and patience and what it means to love unconditionally. May he finally rest in peace. –Sharlee Haas