The Red Shamrock: Remembering Producer Prince And Week Four NFL Picks


The Red Shamrock: Remembering Producer Prince And Week Four NFL Picks


The Red Shamrock: Remembering Producer Prince And Week Four NFL Picks

I was all set to attempt to entertain all of you this week with links and some sort of pop culture rant. I’ve kind of shoved that to the side for this week’s column, as I recently had to do a very hard thing in life. My family and I had to put my 12 year-old Beagle, Prince down on Wednesday.

Losing any pet is tough, but this was little more difficult than others as it was the first dog my family owned since my wife and I had been married. In the summer of 2004, my daughter was going to enter First Grade in the fall. She had been asking for a dog since preschool, and I kept putting it off, as I wanted her to be a little bit older before we brought a huge deal of responsibility into the house. I finally gave in, and we went off to a farm where a farmer was selling Beagle puppies.

My child instantly gravitated to the runt of the litter. The dog was chilling by himself, and we decided right then and there to make him part of our family. When we asked our five year-old what she wanted to call the dog, she immediately spouted off the name Princess. As my wife picked up the dog to let her know that was a cute name, we immediately discovered that he was not a Princess, but a Prince, and thus a name was born.

As a puppy, Prince had a death wish. In no particular order, he consumed the following items, which are all deadly to any pet, and didn’t even flinch or show signs of distress upon discovery of said destruction: a thermometer, a bottle of baby aspirin, a pan of fudge and a dreaded chocolate Easter bunny. He had an iron clad stomach to go with his humorous nature and free spirit. He loved chasing after rabbits and squirrels, and taking incredibly long walks around the neighborhood. Seriously, we would average three-mile walks that he couldn’t get enough of.

His actual favorite pastime was attempting to establish “dominance” through humping the shit out of people or their possessions. No leg was safe, especially on poker nights at my house. When one of my best friends stayed with us for a few months, he specifically made sure Prince understood he would not be allowed in his room. Well that’s like telling Batman not to beat the crap out of criminal or a woman not to be so dramatic (I kid!). Prince bided his time and waited for a day when his bedroom door was left open. My friend came back to his room to find Prince dominating his pillow on his bed like he had dominated tens of human legs.

He loved barking at and mentally fucking with other dogs. On our three-mile walks, any dog that was fenced in was a target. Back and forth barking would ensue, but then Prince would take off on his leash, causing the fenced in dog to chase him and eventually crash into the end of their fence. He would slow down and I swear there was a hint of a smile on his face as he continued his journey.

He did meet his match in a pair of Alaskan Huskies that lived across the street from us one particular day. He would bark so much shade at them, and every now and then their owner would not have them on a leash. So if they heard enough of his bull, they would simply run over and stand over him. This would shut him up immediately and he would wait for them to be called back before starting all over again.

How did he get the name Producer Prince? If you listen to our podcasts, maybe from time to time you heard faint or even loud barking trying to drown out the voices. That was Prince, who either saw a rabbit in the front yard he didn’t appreciate trying to chill on his turf, another dog walking by, the sound of another dog barking, or his own reflection in the storm door. Gary and I would laugh, because sometimes that barking would come when he and I were talking endlessly on a subject and it was time to move on. Producer Prince was letting us know he had enough.

It’s funny that people eventually talk to their pets like they are humans. I truly believe that every pet owner who loves and cares for their animal forms some sort of bond and understanding with them. Whether it’s the tone of your voice, a playful movement, or a stern look, our pets do find a way to understand what we are saying to them and vice versa. I can never remember Prince in a bad mood (except when he would turn over an empty water or food dish), and he always had to have his attention from us when we arrived home and “doggy stretches” as he got older to ease some of his aches and pains. He was the most loyal and best dog I’ve ever owned, and anytime I hear our neighbors Beagle puppy bark, I’ll think of him and all the love and humor he brought to my family’s life.

Rest well buddy. May there be a plethora of rabbits, legs, and balls waiting for you on the other side.


Last week: 6-10-0

Season record: 18-28-2 (.404)

Pat Himes aka The Red Shamrock is a huge fan of sports, movies, poker, and fake sports betting. He is also cohost of The 80/20 Movie Show podcast with Gary Smith, which you can listen to for guy humor, movie reviews, and additional fake sports betting picks at You can interact with Pat on Chaostrophic by interacting with him on the threads under his handle, Dalux247 or follow him on Twitter.

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6 thoughts on “The Red Shamrock: Remembering Producer Prince And Week Four NFL Picks

  1. Sorry about your dog. We just went through the same situation a few months back and it is tough. I feel your pain.

    It’s way early in the season and you are picking for the whole season’s final tally. So you are not doing bad. I don’t think I would put $10k on any one pick, but I would bet $10 you are going to beat 50% by the Superbowl. 🙂

    Thanks for the story.

    • Thanks for reading boss. Still early in the season and remember, I’m picking with the spread. Upsets happen in the NFL and teams don’t always cover. There are many more games to go before the end of the season and a chance for me to pull ahead.

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