Buckshot RIP 12/10/2007

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Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Buckshot RIP 12/10/2007

Baby Boy, Bubba, Bubb, Goober, Goob and Mama's Baby

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:

April 2nd 1994

For his Mama to give him sugar and taking a nap with Momma

He expects you to share food with him and he can't stand to be ignored.He hates fireworks and motorcycles.

Favorite Toy:
His red velvet pig and an old sweat shirt that he chews on until he fall a sleep.

Favorite Food:
scrambled eggs, cheese, cake and icecream,anything you are eating and Papaw Cookies.

Favorite Walk:
He use to get to go to the pond and run everyday, but in the past months he has had a lot of trouble getting around.

Best Tricks:
He can sing, shakes hands, he gives kisses when told to and when he gets ready for bed he stands and stares at you and makes a low moan a time or two.

Arrival Story:
Our dog Augie has just passed at the age of 16, we told our teenage daughter we wanted to wait a while before we got another dog. About 2 weeks later she came home one late one night, I was laying on the couch when she came in. She acted like she was hiding something. I told her to turn around, she had a bump under her shirt. Out came the most beautiful spotted bundle . At first he was her dog. My husband named him Buckshot. After the new wore of the little pup he quickly became our dog and the first of our second set of children. He is now a big Mama's Boy.

After we got through the "Terrible Twos" he is the best companion in the world. But those first two years were trying and mostly comical. Dalmatians have great personalities and can be very territorial. Buckshot has an adopted sister who is also a Dal, her name is Brittany. He gets jealous if Brittany goes to Mom to get her ear rubs or to be hugged. He waits for Mom to come home from work, sometimes he gets a worried look and just lays on the porch if I am late. Buckshot can drool a puddle while waiting for his food or watching you eat.

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BABYBOY IS IN HEAVEN - Buckshot - April 2, 1994 - December 10, 2007

December 12th 2007 8:02 am
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Hello Dal Friends,
We had not written in a long time. Time got away with us. My Babyboy is
no longer with us. I had to let him go Monday, December 10, 2007.

There is no way to say it any easier. Buckshot's body was tired. He was 13 years old and very close to his 14th birthday. Six months ago he started
losing control of his back legs. Many times he rallied and would be almost back to normal. But as each episode happened, it was evident he would not be with us much longer. Something that I tried very hard to ignore because I was bing selfish and wanted to keep him with me forever. Britty his Dalmate
for almost 11 years is having a hard time dealing with his passing. They were never apart. Buckshot had grown to rely on Britty over the past year, because of his failing health. She alerted him when we came home, she
would rouse him from his naps to go outside.

A Dal-Parent or any Pet-Parent, are never ready to face the decline in their
Babie's health. Last Friday, I went to work as normal but whenI was finished
with my first cleaning of the day........... I had a strange feeling that I needed
to go home before I went on the next job. I was pretty close to home, so I
decided to go and check on Buckshot and Britty. I walked in the house and normally Britty would be at my feet by the time I came through the front door. No Britty, I hollered Britty, Momma's home! No Britty. So
I headed down the hallway to my bedroom. There sat Britty at my bathroom door, no Buckshot on the bed where he was when I left for work. As I got to the bathroom doorway, I saw why Britty was just sitting there. Buckshot was in the bathroom and had fallen, kind of wedged between the comode and tub.
He could not get up and started whining when he saw me. I lifted his back end and helped him out of the bathrrom. I lifted him to the bed. 6 months ago I had taken my bed off the frame and laid the boxspring and mattress on the floor so he could get on the bed easier. I stayed with them for a while , but had to go on to my next job. He had went to sleep and seemed to be resting pretty good. So I went to work. I called Daddy and told him what happened and to not linger and get home when he got off work because I may be a few minutes late since I was going to be late starting my last cleaning.

Buckshot never got off the bed again. I stayed at home all day Saturday
and laid on the bed with him. Talking to him and hugging and kissing him.
I knew what we were going to have to face would be only a matter of hours away. Daddy stayed with him Sunday because I had cleanings. I rushed home when I was through. We discussed the inevidable and spent a silent and calming evening with him. Much crying and hoping that he would just stand
up and walk off the bed. Monday morning I had to make the call to our vet.
I had asked months ago if and when we had to do anything, would he come to
our home. So Monday was a long day, our vet came at 4:15 pm. Buckshot passed a few minutes later. All I wanted to do was hold him and never let him
go. Daddy and I laid him to rest close to the creek on our property where he played all his life.

Britty is now my main focus. She is lost and needing more love and attention than ever. When I was a child I was never allowed a pet. When I married my husband had always had pets through out his life and was a great dog lover.
I never thought I could have such a loving bond with any kind of pet.
Buckshot and Britty have shown me that I could. They are my children
and always will be.

I promise I will be back with more entries for Britty's diary. I won't forget.

Friends, love your Dals, love your Pets.

Buckshot and Britty's Mom (Pat)



February 9th 2005 12:44 pm
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Mom has lost her mind just because she has been on a diet, she has me and Brittany on one too! No more "People Crackers, marrow bones and Papaw Cookies." We are eating healthy she says. We have always ate carrots, greenbeans, brown rice and just enough hamburger to give it a taste.
But she has made the portions smaller and we now eat apples and bananas
for snacks. I really like the bananas, the apples are okay. Brittany likes the apples better and she won't even eat the bananas. Mom wants us to feel better
and be able to get around better. She loves us!


Monday, January 17, 2005

January 17th 2005 10:01 am
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My Mom got an email this morning from Dogster, it said that my sister Brittany's diary had been chosen to show case today on Dogster.
Mom was so proud, and Brittany really thinks she has something on me!
Thats alright, it will be my turn someday. We had a good weekend.
Mom and Dad were home with us Sunday. I broke a toe nail and Mom babied me all day. "That was Okay, I like Mom to pay a lot of attention to me."
We took a long nap, when we got up it was snowing. I went out in the back yard and ran and chased the snow flakes. Brittany just kept her nose to the ground sniffing. Occasionally a stray cat comes over our fence and bunks in the dog houses that we never use. I think that was why Brittany was sniffing every where. When I was a puppy a cat scratched me on the nose and left a
mark. "I just can't hardly be friendly with a cat to this day!" Brittany just barks at them, she is afraid of her own shadow.

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