Bodzilla
November 21st, 2007, 06:05 AM
14 years ago me, my 2 brothers my sister and my mum hopped in a car to go and spend the Last $20 we had in our bank account.
Best investment we ever made.
we headed out to a breeders Farm where some people where X-breeding Chuowas (fuck spelling) and pomeraniums.
and There she was. a Small little Foxy looking thing with Short thick Brown hair.
The breeders where aiming for the dogs to have full length hair so these dogs (her and the other one) where not suitable.
she came up to my brother who had very severe ADD and she calmed him. it was a weird experience. she was just a Laid-back Foxy little thing with a Crazily human-like Personallity.
So we spent our last bit of money and brought her home. And it's been 14 years of Frustration and Bliss.
The silly Mutt would only do certain things for certain people. there was a sort of pecking order that Most of the family (save my dad, mum and elder brother) where under. so she wouldnt listen to a thing we said. it was >:U! at times but thats how it was.
about 8 years ago we found some Fan-tail Pidgeons discarded on the side of the road. we brougth them back and that started an Aviary, with lots of birds pidgeons and Quails.
this sent the dog mad. absolutely stark raving mad. the second it caught sight of a Quail there was nothing u could do, all u knew was taht she wanted it Bad, and after Devouring about 12 quails we knew just how bad it was. Eyes Glazed over, tongue drooling, lips frothing, ears back and the Tail was just going Nuts.
not much later we started racing pidgeons and her Love of Quails morphed into a pidgeon frenzy. Every single afternoon she would just go insane barking, running around and chasing the pidgeons as they went out. but never Biting them, she knew the rules.
Every now and then while she was running she'd got so into the Pidgeons she completely forgot where she was going. I saw her run Headlong into fences, bricks, doors, pots, fences and one day she suffered the Most dredful thing ever. she fell into the pool.
Hated water, always did. She used to sook as we'd bath her and then get the shits for a day or so and not talk to us.
Bugnests. Bugnests where code for pillows, blacnkets, Nightgowns and basically anything that she would sleep on. but she never slept on the carpet, she was far to Proper for that. so one day my dad took everything off the floor. Cushions, pillows, blacnkets, news papers, back packs and even handbags, and then placed a Swiffer on the ground (thin cloth u attached to a mop sorta thing to sweep up dirt).
Sure enough she would be dammend before she slept on that carpet without something else. and she curled up on that swiffer with great care as we laughed ourselves silly laughing at the dog that Refuse's to sleep on the ground.
Dog of a thousand disguises. One of the little things we used to do with her was pull faces. she always had a sort of snarl where her teeth where a bit crooked and because of the excess Fluff she had (she was a walking barking Furball) we used to distort it a bit to turn her into differnet looking dogs. we had Barbara the sheep, mouse-hunter, speed demon, Husky-dog and millions of other things. This also lead to her Pickigng up tens of thousands of different names. "mammoth killer" when we found out htat a possible theory behind the distinction of mammoths was a tick from dogs, Brown dog, old dog, raccoon dog (when she began to age and she went white)Mutt, and too many other names i dont have time to type. her real name was Candy.
We looked after her well, u couldnt find a more spoiled dog anywhere that wasnt a total bitch. Never bit anyone, and was always Up for a trip to the neighbours.
But after 14 years, 14 fucking years of ettique, always sitting with her legs crossed and tucked up under herslef, Utmost composure while eating, drinking and having careful thought about everything that was going on began to take a toll.
in the last 2 years She began to slide. Her eyesight began to go, she was always Panting, nearly deaf and Smell touch and taste wherent going any better.
i came home at lunch today and saw her for the last time alive. I gave her a good pat and called her a Silly old dog before i went back to work.
then 2 hours ago as i went to Serve up dinner for them i noticed i hadnt seen her. i began searching knowing that she was Deaf and just couldnt hear me. so i started calling louder and more frantically running around the house checking all the spots she slept in, then the Neighbours and then i went back to the Progola (pool area) and found her.
"She always hated that fucking pool, she knew it was out to get her" and there she was, floating in one of the corners.
there was nothing i could do, i was too late and she was gone. and i was on my own.
5 minutes ago we buried her and put her to sleep for the last time. a Place right out next to the Pidgeon pen where she spent so mUch time Futilly chasing pidgeons. We burried her in one of the nightgowns she Spent so much time sleeping on. the Thing wouldnt hit the ground before she was on it Curled up and ready for sleep.
i'm 2 cans down of a 2.7 standard drinks per can Bourban on a wednesday night. i guess it's what i do to cope with something as horrendous as this. because since i was alble to walk, talk and think this dog has been there. always there.
and i'll always miss her.
Good bye Candy.
http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i80/bodzilla_1/IMG_3525.jpg
This is the Last known picture taken of her.
http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i80/bodzilla_1/IMG_3476.jpg
a common "bugnest"
http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i80/bodzilla_1/IMG_3472.jpg
saying hello
i'll never forget you.
Best investment we ever made.
we headed out to a breeders Farm where some people where X-breeding Chuowas (fuck spelling) and pomeraniums.
and There she was. a Small little Foxy looking thing with Short thick Brown hair.
The breeders where aiming for the dogs to have full length hair so these dogs (her and the other one) where not suitable.
she came up to my brother who had very severe ADD and she calmed him. it was a weird experience. she was just a Laid-back Foxy little thing with a Crazily human-like Personallity.
So we spent our last bit of money and brought her home. And it's been 14 years of Frustration and Bliss.
The silly Mutt would only do certain things for certain people. there was a sort of pecking order that Most of the family (save my dad, mum and elder brother) where under. so she wouldnt listen to a thing we said. it was >:U! at times but thats how it was.
about 8 years ago we found some Fan-tail Pidgeons discarded on the side of the road. we brougth them back and that started an Aviary, with lots of birds pidgeons and Quails.
this sent the dog mad. absolutely stark raving mad. the second it caught sight of a Quail there was nothing u could do, all u knew was taht she wanted it Bad, and after Devouring about 12 quails we knew just how bad it was. Eyes Glazed over, tongue drooling, lips frothing, ears back and the Tail was just going Nuts.
not much later we started racing pidgeons and her Love of Quails morphed into a pidgeon frenzy. Every single afternoon she would just go insane barking, running around and chasing the pidgeons as they went out. but never Biting them, she knew the rules.
Every now and then while she was running she'd got so into the Pidgeons she completely forgot where she was going. I saw her run Headlong into fences, bricks, doors, pots, fences and one day she suffered the Most dredful thing ever. she fell into the pool.
Hated water, always did. She used to sook as we'd bath her and then get the shits for a day or so and not talk to us.
Bugnests. Bugnests where code for pillows, blacnkets, Nightgowns and basically anything that she would sleep on. but she never slept on the carpet, she was far to Proper for that. so one day my dad took everything off the floor. Cushions, pillows, blacnkets, news papers, back packs and even handbags, and then placed a Swiffer on the ground (thin cloth u attached to a mop sorta thing to sweep up dirt).
Sure enough she would be dammend before she slept on that carpet without something else. and she curled up on that swiffer with great care as we laughed ourselves silly laughing at the dog that Refuse's to sleep on the ground.
Dog of a thousand disguises. One of the little things we used to do with her was pull faces. she always had a sort of snarl where her teeth where a bit crooked and because of the excess Fluff she had (she was a walking barking Furball) we used to distort it a bit to turn her into differnet looking dogs. we had Barbara the sheep, mouse-hunter, speed demon, Husky-dog and millions of other things. This also lead to her Pickigng up tens of thousands of different names. "mammoth killer" when we found out htat a possible theory behind the distinction of mammoths was a tick from dogs, Brown dog, old dog, raccoon dog (when she began to age and she went white)Mutt, and too many other names i dont have time to type. her real name was Candy.
We looked after her well, u couldnt find a more spoiled dog anywhere that wasnt a total bitch. Never bit anyone, and was always Up for a trip to the neighbours.
But after 14 years, 14 fucking years of ettique, always sitting with her legs crossed and tucked up under herslef, Utmost composure while eating, drinking and having careful thought about everything that was going on began to take a toll.
in the last 2 years She began to slide. Her eyesight began to go, she was always Panting, nearly deaf and Smell touch and taste wherent going any better.
i came home at lunch today and saw her for the last time alive. I gave her a good pat and called her a Silly old dog before i went back to work.
then 2 hours ago as i went to Serve up dinner for them i noticed i hadnt seen her. i began searching knowing that she was Deaf and just couldnt hear me. so i started calling louder and more frantically running around the house checking all the spots she slept in, then the Neighbours and then i went back to the Progola (pool area) and found her.
"She always hated that fucking pool, she knew it was out to get her" and there she was, floating in one of the corners.
there was nothing i could do, i was too late and she was gone. and i was on my own.
5 minutes ago we buried her and put her to sleep for the last time. a Place right out next to the Pidgeon pen where she spent so mUch time Futilly chasing pidgeons. We burried her in one of the nightgowns she Spent so much time sleeping on. the Thing wouldnt hit the ground before she was on it Curled up and ready for sleep.
i'm 2 cans down of a 2.7 standard drinks per can Bourban on a wednesday night. i guess it's what i do to cope with something as horrendous as this. because since i was alble to walk, talk and think this dog has been there. always there.
and i'll always miss her.
Good bye Candy.
http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i80/bodzilla_1/IMG_3525.jpg
This is the Last known picture taken of her.
http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i80/bodzilla_1/IMG_3476.jpg
a common "bugnest"
http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i80/bodzilla_1/IMG_3472.jpg
saying hello
i'll never forget you.