Bandit: April 14, 1997 - March 30, 2011
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amulyThis morning my mom and I had to go and put my dog, Bandit, to sleep. It was a long time coming, and he was blind, deaf, incontinent, and his back legs weren't working too well, so it wasn't like it was a surprise or anything. Still. I miss my baby.
This was the day we first got him. We had put our old dog, Duke (a Rottweiler) to sleep about a year ago, and I wanted another dog. My dad had said that he was kind of allergic, and dogs tore up the yard, and they were high maintenance, &c &c. So being the weird little 8 year old I was, I did some research and figured out that pugs had short hair, were small, low maintenance, &c. And my dad kept telling me that I didn't have enough talking points to make a convincing argument (because that's how my dad used to talk to little 8 year old me). Then I come home one day from being with my grandparents, and I spot this little ball of love in our living room.
Since I had done all the research and all the arguing with my dad, he was my dog, whose name I got to pick out and who was registered with the kennel club under my name and got to sleep in my bed as soon as he got crate trained.
First birthday. He got a cupcake.
He loved to swim and play "life guard", where he'd hop on the raft whenever it floated over to the edge and watch everything everyone was doing.
He always got presents at Christmas. He had his own stocking.
^ He got into a bag of flour. The goofball.
He was 14 years old, so, you know. He had a good run and everything. It just still sucks, and I'm just kind of broken up about it.
(PS: Gwil's basically done for Thursday, so expect that up tonight at midnight.)
This was the day we first got him. We had put our old dog, Duke (a Rottweiler) to sleep about a year ago, and I wanted another dog. My dad had said that he was kind of allergic, and dogs tore up the yard, and they were high maintenance, &c &c. So being the weird little 8 year old I was, I did some research and figured out that pugs had short hair, were small, low maintenance, &c. And my dad kept telling me that I didn't have enough talking points to make a convincing argument (because that's how my dad used to talk to little 8 year old me). Then I come home one day from being with my grandparents, and I spot this little ball of love in our living room.
Since I had done all the research and all the arguing with my dad, he was my dog, whose name I got to pick out and who was registered with the kennel club under my name and got to sleep in my bed as soon as he got crate trained.
First birthday. He got a cupcake.
He loved to swim and play "life guard", where he'd hop on the raft whenever it floated over to the edge and watch everything everyone was doing.
He always got presents at Christmas. He had his own stocking.
^ He got into a bag of flour. The goofball.
He was 14 years old, so, you know. He had a good run and everything. It just still sucks, and I'm just kind of broken up about it.
(PS: Gwil's basically done for Thursday, so expect that up tonight at midnight.)
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