August 1st 2010 ~ November 23rd 2025

Brady's Unforgettable (and Unstoppable) Story

Brady’s rise to fame began in the most unlikely of ways—a dumpster on Daniel Island, South Carolina. Some may call it “ruff” beginnings, but Brady would call it his origin story, superhero-style. Not all heroes wear capes; some just wear a little mud and a big grin. Once scooped from the trash and into greatness, Brady set out to prove that one dog’s garbage is another dog’s treasure.

An Extraordinary Life: Retrieving for Legends

Brady didn’t just chase his tail—he chased greatness. This high-flying retriever snatched quail for legends like Bobby Orr (who tried to trade a signed hockey puck for a biscuit) and teed off with golf greats Nick Price and Jack Nicklaus (Brady swears he can out-drive them with a stick). Even Douglas Elliman chairman Howard Lorber couldn’t resist Brady’s fetching skills. Rumor has it, Brady once returned two quail and one lost cell phone in the same outing. No one was surprised.

Later Years: Restaurant Host, Celebrity Greeter, and Biscuit Negotiator

When not dazzling the sporting world, Brady became Boothbay Harbor’s most beloved maître d’ at his own namesake restaurant. He greeted celebrities like Ewan McGregor and Mary Elizabeth Winstead with a wag and, if they were lucky, polite sniff. TV personality Chris Jansing got the VIP barking section, and American hero Travis Mills found Brady’s “pawsitive” attitude impossible to resist. Brady’s secret to hospitality? Everyone got a smile—unless you were a gopher turtle or a horse. (We don’t talk about the horse incident.)

Brady’s Personality: Love for All

Brady had a giant heart, a bigger appetite, and a very particular list of friends. He loved every person who crossed his path, especially his chosen human, Tancy “Momma T” Mitchell. Their bond was legendary, Momma T supplied the gourmet meals, and Brady supplied the unconditional love. His inner circle—Jen, Todd, Billy, Kathleen, Paula, and David—were all on the “will share biscuits with” list.

Farewell and Remembrance (and a Final Request)

Brady showed us that you don’t need to start life in a palace to end up living like a king. He made friends everywhere, turned strangers into fans, and always found the softest spot on the couch. His legacy is one of laughter, loyalty, and legendary hospitality.

In lieu of biscuits (which Brady would have hoarded anyway), the family kindly requests donations be made to Midcoast Humane Society, 27 Atlantic Highway, ME 04556. Help another four-legged friend turn rags into riches—and maybe snag a quail or two along the way.

Rest easy, Brady. May the squirrels be slow, the treats plentiful, and the gopher turtles forever at a safe distance.