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I'm feeling kinda sick right now, and its making studying quite hard. Here is something I just read on a forum on Texags:
My Dog
I got my dog on October 3, 1989. My girlfriend and I were at the mall and saw him in a pet store. He was getting kinda big for the cage and we felt sorry for him, so we bought him and took him home.
Naturally, he was very excited to have a place to go and new people to meet so that first night was kinda restless. The restlessness was compounded by the fact that he pooped all over our bed. The girlfriend banished both of us to the guestroom after that and I tried to get him to calm down while watching a Humphrey Bogart marathon. That is where he got his name.
We trained him well...he knew how to sit and shake and lie down and all that stuff, and it got to where we didn't go anywhere without him close behind.
The girlfriend and I broke up and my dog and I went and got a place of our own. To ease expenses, I got a roommate. The roommate was a complete ******* to the puppy, and as a result he was apprehensive of everyone he met. He'd meet you at the door growling and barking, but once he got to know you, you were part of the family as far as he was concerned.
He was very much my dog, except when we went to New Bruanfels or to Houston. In NB, he was my dad's dog, following him around everywhere. In Houston, he took to my mother.
Each day started with a bowl of dog food, three milkbones, a couple of flavor snaps and two snausages. He wouldn't eat unless I was there.
He had an orange football that he liked to chase. He would pounce on it and, being a football, it would wobble away from him. This confounded him, and he got to the point where he would bark at the football while he was trying to corral it. We'd spend hours at night on the floor chasing the ball.
He slept in the bed with me. In his later years, I had to help him jump up there because my bed is kinda tall. He would get up there and perk up his ears and start digging away at the comforter. That was the most ridiculous looking thing I ever saw.
Three years ago...it'll be four in January, I took him to the vet and he was dignosed with cancer. The vet told me of all of my options, and then he said that if it were him, he would just let the old boy live it out, He said that he would be better off that way instead of having to fight through chemo and all of the other treatments at his age. That's what we did, and everyone in the family made sure that those were the best three years of his life. He was very spoiled...and as I look at that line, I realize that that may be the biggest understatement of my life.
I had to take him in today for the last time. I have been through a lot in my life, but saying goodbye today was, without a doubt, the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
Thanks, Bogey. I'll see you after while.
http://texags.com/main/forum.reply.asp?topic_id=371845&forum_id=12
My Dog
I got my dog on October 3, 1989. My girlfriend and I were at the mall and saw him in a pet store. He was getting kinda big for the cage and we felt sorry for him, so we bought him and took him home.
Naturally, he was very excited to have a place to go and new people to meet so that first night was kinda restless. The restlessness was compounded by the fact that he pooped all over our bed. The girlfriend banished both of us to the guestroom after that and I tried to get him to calm down while watching a Humphrey Bogart marathon. That is where he got his name.
We trained him well...he knew how to sit and shake and lie down and all that stuff, and it got to where we didn't go anywhere without him close behind.
The girlfriend and I broke up and my dog and I went and got a place of our own. To ease expenses, I got a roommate. The roommate was a complete ******* to the puppy, and as a result he was apprehensive of everyone he met. He'd meet you at the door growling and barking, but once he got to know you, you were part of the family as far as he was concerned.
He was very much my dog, except when we went to New Bruanfels or to Houston. In NB, he was my dad's dog, following him around everywhere. In Houston, he took to my mother.
Each day started with a bowl of dog food, three milkbones, a couple of flavor snaps and two snausages. He wouldn't eat unless I was there.
He had an orange football that he liked to chase. He would pounce on it and, being a football, it would wobble away from him. This confounded him, and he got to the point where he would bark at the football while he was trying to corral it. We'd spend hours at night on the floor chasing the ball.
He slept in the bed with me. In his later years, I had to help him jump up there because my bed is kinda tall. He would get up there and perk up his ears and start digging away at the comforter. That was the most ridiculous looking thing I ever saw.
Three years ago...it'll be four in January, I took him to the vet and he was dignosed with cancer. The vet told me of all of my options, and then he said that if it were him, he would just let the old boy live it out, He said that he would be better off that way instead of having to fight through chemo and all of the other treatments at his age. That's what we did, and everyone in the family made sure that those were the best three years of his life. He was very spoiled...and as I look at that line, I realize that that may be the biggest understatement of my life.
I had to take him in today for the last time. I have been through a lot in my life, but saying goodbye today was, without a doubt, the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
Thanks, Bogey. I'll see you after while.
http://texags.com/main/forum.reply.asp?topic_id=371845&forum_id=12