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‘Life is a series of dogs’

George Carlin had a lot of great lines, but this one is his best.
“Life,” the late, great comedian said, “is a series of dogs.”
We all love our dogs, and we are devastated when it is time to say goodbye to them. Of course, we know that sad day is what we sign up for when we got the dog in the first place. We know that we will have heartache in the future, but we also know the good days with our dogs are still worth it in the end.
They are so worth it.
When the hurt from losing our best friend subsides a little bit, we get a new dog that quickly sweeps us off of our feet.
A dog’s life is relatively short, but that just means that we get to be close with more dogs.
Losing a dog is unbelievably painful, but we know we will love the new one. We would have never known the new dog if we didn’t lose the old one.
In the end, that might be the best gift our old friends ever give us. They give us the gift of falling in love with another dog all over again.
That, I believe, is what George was talking about. That is why his words ring so true.
“Life is a series of dogs.”
A few weeks ago, Monday Daily Show host Jon Stewart talked about his dog, Dipper, after he passed away. Dipper was a three-legged Brindle Pitbull.
“In a world of good boys,” a teary-eyed Stewart said, “he was the best.”
That is one of the all-time great lines, and every dog owner can relate to it.
It reminds me of a cartoon I saw on Facebook recently. A bunch of dog owners are sitting in a dog park watching their dogs play. The thought bubble above every person’s head said the same thing, “I have the best dog.”
It is funny because it is true. Everybody’s dog is the best dog — even when they are eating our boots and chewing on our furniture.
Every dog is a good dog because there is no such thing as a bad dog. Some are just treated worse by their people.
I wouldn’t give you either of my dogs for a billion dollars. My dogs are not “like a member of the family,” like people so often say. They are part of my family.
Every one of my dogs has been a family member.
I got my first dog when I was in kindergarten. Someone abandoned a little black dog in our neighborhood. She was as cute as could be, and I begged my mom to let us keep her.
I named her Samantha, and she was awesome. However, we had her for less than a year. In October of 1980, Samantha was run over by a car and killed.
The next Mother’s Day, we went to the animal shelter in Butte. My parents told me over and over to keep my fingers out of the cages.
I went straight to a kennel with a beautiful German Shephard/Huskey cross puppy, and I stuck my fingers right in. The girl dog my dad later named “Butch,” licked my fingers, and it was love at first sight.
When Butch was 5, my parents got a puppy for my younger brother. Shannon was the result of a mutt jumping the fence while cousins’ purebred Golden Retriever was in heat.
While she was supposed to be my brother’s dog, Shannon was mine. I don’t know if I have a special connection to dogs or if I just love them more than the rest of my family, but Butch and Shannon were both mine.
If they could have talked, they would have told you that.
By 1999, Butch was long gone and Shannon was getting old. I no longer lived with my parents, and decided it was time to get my own dog.
I went back to the shelter where we got Butch and picked out a puppy who looked a lot like Shannon. I named her Sadie, and she was my best pal for 13 years.
Actually, she is the reason I have my family today.
Less than two years after I got Sadie, I received a job offer to leave The Montana Standard for the Missoulian. I wanted to take the job and relieve my college days in Missoula. But I had to turn the job down because I couldn’t find an affordable place to live that would let me keep Sadie.
It was an easy choice because pals never leave pals behind. About four months later, I met my wife in Butte.
Sadie died in March of 2012, and that led me to get Bandit, a purebred English Setter, in May of that year.
We had Bandit until this past November. She went walking with me on a Sunday, and then she couldn’t get up on Monday morning.
The veterinarian figured she had some kind of mass in her belly that was causing her pain, so we had to say goodbye. She gave me one last lick on the face and closed her eyes forever.
For three months, we kind of moped around without Bandit, a dog I will miss for the rest of my life. Her little pal Boogie, a Shih Tzu/Lhasa Apso cross who is the baddest man in the whole damn town, joined us in our grief.
We didn’t walk around Big Butte as much as we did with Bandit because I think it made us both miss her so much. Rather, I took him for late-night walks around the neighborhood. It was a special rout that used to be saved for Sadie and me.
Boogie, who we got from Rescue Rovers in Sandy, Utah when he was suspected to be 3 years old in August of 2016, used to bark at other dogs when he would see them as he rode around in my truck. He wanted to play with them, but he also wanted to act tough.
After a couple of months without Bandit, you could tell Boogie was getting lonely. Instead of barking at those dogs, he started to cry when he saw them. He just wanted to play and butt sniff so much.
He was in some serious need for some K-9 companionship.
So, like we did when we started searching for a lapdog for my oldest daughter in 2016, we went to the internet to look for the next dog in the series.
My youngest daughter spotted a Border Collie cross named Sage on the Pintler Pets website. She loved Sage’s ears.
On Feb. 18, we drove Boogie over to Anaconda to meet Sage, who they figure is about 2 years old. We took her home with us, and Boogie was in love. We all were.
As cute as Sage was in those pictures, they didn’t do her justice. She is as beautiful as she is smart.
When we got home, Boogie followed Sage’s every step for the first 10 hours that Sunday. Then Sage snapped at Boogie over a toy, and Boogie learned the hard way what most of us have known for some time.
You just don’t mess with an Anaconda girl.
After a few days mad at Sage for that snap, Boogie came around. Now, he and Sage are the best of friends.
They play all the time, and we go walking around Big Butte, just like we did with Bandit.
Sage is an incredible dog who loves everyone in the family, including Boogie. And we love her.
Not a day goes by when I don’t think of Bandit and all the good times we had together. Sometimes seeing some of the things Sage does makes me miss her even more.
We wouldn’t have Sage if Bandit didn’t pass away. I like to think of Sage as Bandit’s passing gift.
Her passing broke our hearts, but Sage has become part of the process of putting the pieces back together.
That is what George was talking about.
“Life is a series of dogs.”
— Bill Foley, who loves George Carlin almost as much as he loves dogs, can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74. Listen to him on the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.
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Podcast No. 175: Brittany Masters and Bradie Matt

Butte Cares strives to build a safe, healthy and drug-free community. That is a very large task, to say the least.
The organization focuses on the youth of the community, and those youths face so many pressures that it is hard to even wrap your mind around them all.
Luckily, they have people like Brittany Masters and Bradie Matt working for them. Brittany and
pour their heart and soul into Butte Cares. Lately, a lot of that hard work has gone into the Color Run, which will take place Sunday at 3 p.m. at Stodden Park.
The substance-free event is billed as a healthy, alternative activity option for youth, families and the community to participate in on St. Patrick’s Day.
The even consists of a 1-mile fun run and a 5K race. You can run, walk or skip along the course laps as you are adorned with brilliantly-colored powder from a number of “color stations” along the way.
You can sign up on line or register the day of the race. Click here for more information on how to register. You can also visit ButteCares.org or visit the Butte Cares Facebook page.
Today’s podcast is presented by Casagrande’s Steakhouse. Eat where the locals eat.
In the photo above, Brittany Masters, left, and Bradie Matt get ready to talk in their Butte Cares office.
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The band that makes St. Paddy’s Day

Check out Dublin Gulch at the Covellite, Depot, Civic Center
For years, St. Patrick’s Day was the biggest day of the year for me. By far.
I could usually tell you how many days it was until the big day. We would celebrate Sept. 17 because it was the halfway point until the next St. Paddy’s celebration.
My favorite part of the day was always listening to the band Dublin Gulch play at the Silver Dollar.
For one thing, Dublin Gulch is the best name of a band this side of the Barenaked Ladies. That name comes from Butte’s first neighborhood — the one we recently had to fight to stop our local government and British Petroleum from covering with toxic waste.
The atmosphere for the Dublin Gulch’s post-parade performances is always nuts. A good kind of nuts. I’ve been concerts by Garth Brooks, Billy Joel, Sawyer Brown, the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and Twenty One Pilots, and I would take Dublin Gulch over all of them.
The crowd sways and sings along as it kicks off Butte’s biggest party.
I always loved their rebel songs the best. My favorite is “Come Out, Ye Black and Tans.”
The song, which was most famously recorded by the Wolfe Tones in 1972, is a poignant, taunting rebel song that drips of beautiful sarcasm.
I have listened to dozens of singers cover that song over the years and, for my money, nobody sings it better than Tom Powers of Dublin Gulch.
The same could be said about a bunch of classic Irish songs Tom and the guys play. They also have some really good original tunes. Their song “Tap ‘er Light,” which is about our beloved M&M, is solid gold.
Sure, I might be biased a bit by the title, but it really is great. Go ahead and listen for yourself on Apple Music or Spotify.
From 2007 until 2022, though, I did not see the band play once. I listened to their albums plenty of times, but I did not see them live.
That’s because I quit drinking alcohol following the death of my good friend Leo McCarthy’s daughter Mariah in October of 2007. No, you do not have to be a drinker to enjoy the Dublin Gulch playing Irish songs. It is just what I did when I heard them play on St. Paddy’s Day.
I was one of those drinkers with no off switch, too. One was too many, and 24 was not enough.
Seeing the hurt in my buddy’s eyes and hearing his moving eulogy of his daughter in the fall of 2007 made me start to rethink my life choices. Then, I had a good talk with my daughter, who was 4 at the time. We made each other a promise. I said I would never drink again, and she would live by the ideals of Mariah’s Challenge, which had not yet officially launched.
We both lived up to that promise, and she received the Mariah’s Challenge Scholarship two years ago. Living up to my end of the bargain meant I had to make some changes.

Going to the bar right after the St. Paddy’s Day parade just seemed too big of a threat to that pact. Several times in the past, I would go there planning to take it easy and not drink during the day. Then, someone would hand me a beer, and we were off.
Sadly, that made my favorite holiday turn into just another day in March. I stayed far away from the party in Uptown Butte because I didn’t want to be tempted to break that pledge to my little girl.
Instead of catching a great performance by a great band, I went for a walk or jog with my dogs. Then I would stay home and work or watch TV as the rest of Butte, America celebrated.
Last year, I decided it was time to again check out my old friends, who moved their post-parade show to the Butte Depot, for the first time in 15 years.
Leading into the holiday a year ago, I invited Tom to be a guest on my podcast, the ButteCast, and we had a great conversation about the band and so much more.
Then, I went to the bar following the parade. I figured the times of temptation had passed, and I wanted to hear those songs again. In particular, I wanted to hear “The Black Velvet Band,” “The Rising of the Moon” and “Come Out, Ye Black and Tans.”
I could not believe how good it was. I was blown away. Not only is the band still great. It is better than ever.
Tom has not lost a step, and neither have Mick Cavanaugh, Jim Schulz or John Joyner. The band also added Conor Powers, Emerson Vorel and Luke Michelson, and they are all great additions to an already incredible collection of musicians.
Plus, the size and setting of the venue at the Depot is absolutely perfect for their performance. That all added up to a show that was so good that I immediately started thinking about the next St. Paddy’s Day, which is finally almost here.
This is also the busiest time of the year for Dublin Gulch, which gives us three chances to catch them this weekend. The band will play at the Covellite Theater at 7 p.m. on Saturday. It will be at the Depot following the parade, which starts at noon, and then Dublin Gulch will highlight the Handing Down of the Heritage at 6:30 at the Civic Center.
I hope you will join me at the Depot after the parade for the best show of the year. I plan to be there again this year and every other St. Patrick’s Day for as long as the band keeps playing.
There is no way I will miss it again.
Thankfully, Dublin Gulch once again made me see that March 17 is still so much more than just another day in March.
— Bill Foley, who will be the one repeatedly screaming “Black and Tans” at the band Sunday, can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74. Listen to him on the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.














