Sex: Male Weight: 100+ lbs
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October 31st 1995
Playing with his friends at work and chasing ducks.
Sharing Treats time with that darn cat.
Green alien squeeker thing.
Deli Fresh or whatever Mom was eating.
To get the mail.
Sitting pretty (on his hind end, like a toy poodle!) and playing dead.
In February of 06 we 'liberated' Rowdy from a cement yard where he'd been tied for years, without companionship, exercise or attention. He'd been left for weeks without food so a clandestine operation was enacted. From February to September wasn't long enough, but...
I will gladly suffer this pain so Rowdy now feels none.
When Rowdy was younger he would cliff dive and tow his people into shore. A big lug, he tried to be gentle, but it was so hard at 120lb's. At night, Rowdy would follow me to my bedroom but knew he wasn't allowed in (it's the cats haven) so I'd say: "Bedtime, Rowdy; night-night". He'd then turn around and go to the living room, where he'd sleep on the love seat. Alabaster the cat would run up to Rowdy and wrap his paws around Rowdy's head, gnawing on Rowdy's eyebrow. Rowdy would look at me, as if to say: "Aren't I a good boy?" and wouldn't move a muscle.
Due to his age 11+/breed/past living conditions, Rowdy was becoming paralyzed and in extreme agony.
Love me, just love me!
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May 31st 2007 1:38 am
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To Caffrey and the Wings he game me :-)
I'll be dive bombing Mom's house and watching that little whipper snapper Tug growing up.
Mom would appreciate it.
He even looks like me a bit.
September 18th 2006 11:03 am
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FOR ALL THE GOOD CRITTERS
... and the people who love them...
A man was riding his horse down a road, his dog padding along by their side. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that his horse and dog had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He nudged the horse toward the gate, and as he got closer, saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is heaven, sir," the man answered. "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my friends," gesturing downward towards his horse and dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept animals." The man thought a moment and then turned his horse back toward the road and continued the way he had been going.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?" "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in." "How about my friends here?" the traveler asked. "There should be a bowl and a bucket by the pump."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl and a bucket beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then gave some to the dog while he filled the bucket for his horse. When they all were satisfied, he led his horse back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them, the dog following faithfully behind.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is heaven," was the answer. "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell." "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?" "No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."
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