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Lonnie B. Good Johnson McGlothlin
Birth: Apr. 8, 1976
New Jersey, USA
Death: Aug. 14, 1977
New Jersey, USA

Lonnie B. Good was a beagle, he was the nephew of PK Pumpkin Snoopy and was the beloved pet of our family. From a prize winning family he sadly never had a chance to be entered in a show. He was very high strung and tempermental. He could be loving and sweet one moment and not so nice the next. I loved him though. He was truly my dog. He seemed to like me the best of his "family" He loved climbing on all the furniture he could, often ending up on the TV set waiting for me to come home from school.

Lonnie had a temper though and would sometimes snap at people. You never really knew if he would be glad to see you or mad at you for leaving in the first place. That temper would be the cause of his downfall though. I wish I could have done anything to change his way of thinking. My grandpa was always strict with the dogs. He wouldn't hurt them, but he wouldn't stand for a dog snapping at someone. My mom felt the same, and my stepfather went along with what my mom said. I was the only one Lonnie had on his side. I loved him and I think he knew deep down that I was the one person in the house in his corner, no matter what.

My mom was always afraid of his temper and the fact that I would kiss him when I came home from whereever. She warned me so many times that he could bite me on the face if I wasn't careful. I loved Lonnie and never believed he would do such a thing. He rarely snapped at me, but thought nothing of biting the hand that fed him in my mom and stepfather. I think there was a mutual respect in his dealings with my grandpa. Where Lonnie's uncle PK would cuddle on my grandpa's shoulder and take naps, grandpa wouldn't let Lon get that close. He just didn't trust him.


One hot summer afternoon, my mom went out on our porch to sit. Lonnie was laying in her chair and she asked him to get out. He wasn't budging so she went to take him by the collar and oust him from her favorite chair. He snapped at her. She yelled at him and I came running. I went over to him and got him off the chair and into the chair we had for the dogs. One they could look out on and see the world and grab some of the summer breezes they couldn't get on the floor. Lonnie wasn't happy but did as I asked. When he got up on the chair he turned and snapped at me. Just got me on the hand, and it hurt like crazy, but I wouldn't yell or scream. I couldn't let my mom know what he did, I hoped she hadn't seen what happened, but she did. That was all. Something had to be done. The next day, one of the worst in my life, Lonnie was put down. My mom had not wanted to do it, but she was afraid even if we gave him away one day Lonnie would turn on a child. We later found out the breeder would have taken him back. She was an old woman, who's husband was the actual breeder. He had passed away and she wasn't really into it, my mom had figured that maybe there was too much inbreeding among her dogs and maybe that's why Lonnie was so bad, but she was thinking about using him as a stud for other puppies. I don't know if what was done was the right thing or not. My mom regretted her decision almost immediately after Lonnie was gone. I was heartbroken. He was my dog and I should have made sure he behaved. My mom would never speak of him again. When I brought up his name, she would only allow me to say just so much. Any talk about what happened to him was just not allowed. He had a short life, one that should have been long and happy, I don't blame my mom or my family for what happened. I know my mom worried about what Lonnie would do next. I guess I always wondered that too.


Lonnie was a smart little one and not a day goes by where he doesn't enter my thoughts. Lonnie B Good was named from Lon Chaney. Because he could be a dog of a 1000 faces, and the B Good, well, it always seemed to follow his name. RIP my little Lon...I miss you.

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Lonnie was my second dog, and the real nephew of my first dog. Lonnie's dad and my PK were brothers. They were both fiesty, crazy, beagles. If you have ever had a beagle you will understand that. Both wonderful dogs in their own right, but oh could they get in trouble.

Please visit Lonnie's uncle P.K.

P.K.


And my other sweet fur babies.
My Beloved Pets


 
 
Burial:
Cremated, Location of ashes is unknown.
Specifically: Lonnie's earthly body was kept by the veternarian. His ashes were never brought home which upsets me to this day. He should be resting with his uncle PK in his back yard. He does however rest peacefully in my heart and always will.
 
Created by: An Angel Above
Record added: Mar 28, 2004
Find A Grave Memorial# 8570765
Lonnie B. Good <i>Johnson</i> McGlothlin
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