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RIP Sodapop


My roommate for over 11 years, and 3 months said goodbye to me yesterday.

Sodapop, named after a character from my favorite book ‘The Outsiders’ went peaceful, and did not suffer. We were fortunate enough to spend the past weekend together listening to Jazz (he loved Coltrane). Taking a lazy Saturday afternoon nap, perusing Falls Park (his favorite place besides his personal swimming pool at 8th and Phillips-the old horse drinking fountain). Playing one last game of ‘ball’ with one of the many Wilson tennis balls we snag at McKennan Park. And a drive around town so he could get one last ‘sniff’.

A horny, stinky, man to the end.

Sodapop never behaved well but loved everyone and always had a big grin for anyone who wanted to be his bud, I never tried to change him, wild man to the end, and I never apologized for his behavior.

He had many great friends, especially Hank Dog, Kirby and Robert the cat, and he loved to dance, mostly for any naive kid that mistaken his leg humping for the Salsa.

Apparently he ‘Hugs on the wrong side’.

I will miss your stinky butt. The only entity more inappropriate then me, and he always did it with a smile and a ball lick.

While he had some infamous attributes, Sodapop hardly ever barked at anyone (except me) and he never bit or attacked anyone, he truly wanted to be everyone’s friend. I’ve never had a pet who so genuinely wanted to be everyone’s friend, I miss that about him the most. While some people’s pets are stuck up, mean, finicky or irritable, he always showed love towards others (sometimes a little too much) even though he was uncomfortable at the end, he never showed it.

He always knew when I was down about something, and would always comfort me. He had an amazing pulse on what I was doing.

Soda was fortunate enough to join me for the Unity Concert last Fall in the Black Hills where he was the co-pilot of Uncle Bruce’s old camper RV. It was his greatest adventure, and he truly loved it.

Stay Golden Sodapop!


SodaPop and I have this convo on a daily basis

Sodapop is a Sodapoop

This is the look he gives me when I won’t throw his ball. For still having his nuts, he sure acts like a little bitch.

Sodapop Shadow Puppet

Just so you know Mr. Munson, Sodapop is licensed . . . to ill

This article made me laugh. It reminds me of the people who drive to court w/o driver’s license to ask the judge for a work permit.

SodaPop & I at the McKennan Park Dog Show

Photos by Angela Hartwig

H/T to my friend Kat for finding the photos. I forgot my camera that day.



Named after my Boston Terrier ‘Sodapop’ I decided the name was appropriate (SodaPop/SouthDaCola). I’ve been throwing around the idea of self-publishing a book after the first of the year that features political cartoons and political artwork that I have done, and figured I would just self publish it. I may also include satirical poems and other political ramblings. I’ll probably just do a few copies at first and have them available at my various ‘Haunts’ in town.

Watch out Jon Lauck!

Any rich Republicans want to help $$$ me out?



Too bad, great lady:

Cool restaurant, but hey, we already knew that!

Great show tonight at the Ramkota Exhibit Hall:

This weekend, good times!

For anyone that is wondering, Sodapop is my overly active 3 year old Boston Terrier, I found this linocut art and thought it was cool.


Bob and my late dog Sodapop were the topic of this cartoon series. My heart goes out to my number one foot soldier and his GF on the passing of Bob. He passed away this past Monday at the old age of 20, fancy to the end. We will miss you Bob!

Poetry Club w/Charles Luden


The Blood of a Dog Clots in the Snow

My friend you are weary almost gone

limping in the apocalyptic winter

from memory to imagination

of airstrikes in the desert of forgiveness

Each day we had was so real

your soft fur my petting hands

our walks and runs along the mighty Sioux River

in search of glee

It worked

Now I have tears as you give me

one last yelp

Charles Luden • 1-14-16• at Granite City

I love this poem, reminds me of my Sodapop