Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
|Home:Nassau, New Providence, Bahamas ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a bone for Whyllie
Whiley Coyote, Whyllie White, Whitey, Coyote Ugly
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July 10th 2000
Eating, eating more and drinking lots of water, people who feed him, the refigerator, us!
Itchy skin, mange, people who kick dogs, people who throw rocks at dogs, being real thirsty, intruders, ocean waves
Whyllie doesn't understand toys. He never had toys so he is still fixating on food.
He'll eat anything and everything. He loves hot dogs and cereal with milk in the morning. Ice cream too.
He likes to go anywhere with the pack but he just does his business and jumps back in the truck so he doesn't get left behind, now he is so proud to walk around the block on a leash!
Whyllie can make people who already have 4 dogs love him so much that they'll get evicted just to keep him
Whyllie was a homeless lad who slept on a sandpile or under a car and ate from garbage cans. His fur was mostly gone leaving his pink skin showing because he scratched all day (damn that mange!) School children threw rocks at him for fun. Then one day some people moved in down the street who must have loved dogs because they already had 4 of them and they started feeling sorry for him. So the lady (that is me) would toss hot dogs to him out the window of her car every morning on the way to work. Whyllie figured out this was a good deal so he moved his domicile down a few houses and across the street to park his butt directly outside the gate of the dog-lover's house. There he would wait all day until someone came home to feed him again. The problem was these dog-lover people only rented their place and the landlord family who, unfortunately, also lived on this same property, hated dogs. Especially the woman. She had a real problem and taught her sons to be cruel to animals. They were not one bit happy to see mangy old Whyllie right in front of their house all the time. One day the oldest son kicked the sh_t out of him to get him away from the front gate. The renters, being dog people, freaked and yelled at the supposedly Christian dog-kickers. Whyllie knew he was almost home. He got his first mange dip the next day. Ahhh, what a relief! But even if he was no longer contagious he was still no beauty. AND he found ways to get inside a locked iron gate. He was very brave and risked getting bit by the regular 4 (3 of which are half pitbull!) just to belong to this pack where they eat every single day. But the landlord lady was not happy and told the tenants (us) NOT to feed that ugly white stray dog anymore! Fortunately for Whyllie White they said they could not do that and would not do that. Naturally this did not bide well and the dog pack people were advised to find a new place to live immediately because 4 dogs is good but 5 is ridiculous. That is how Whyllie found a new home. Whyllie is very whiley. He wormed his way in. The now evicted people had to bring him with them when they moved because they just couldn't leave him behind to starve and be kicked by stupid mean people. You understand?
Whyllie is spelled this way because it is a common Bahamian last name and he is a common Bahamian dog (a true potcake). His fur is looking much better now that he isn't clawing himself up 24/7. We think he's cute in a "coyote ugly" kind of way. He is getting really fat really fast because he makes it his job to be begging for food or be eating food at all times. Whyllie drinks a whole lot of water because he can't believe the constant never-ending water supply so when he pees, he pees and pees and pees and pees for like 5 minutes without stopping the stream. This caused considerable flooding for a few weeks until he learned about going outside for that kind of thing. Now that Whyllie has a home he defends it loudly against all visitors approaching the fence of his new yard. Whyllie was very lucky not to have heartworm, as it is a big problem in this hot, mosquitoey country, especially with strays living out in the bush the way he was. Someone must have owned Whyllie once upon a time because he came to us already neutered. And that someone must have taken him out to the middle of nowhere and driven away (the creep) because Whyllie makes damn sure it won't happen again. We all go on adventures with 5 excited dogs in the back of the truck to the lake or to the beach to run and swim. But Whyllie does not swim yet and he doesn't run much. He just jumps out, does his peeing thing for 5 minutes and he's right back in the truck ready to go home. Nobody's gonna leave him behind again!
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|September 19th 2006
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January 26th 2009 2:27 pm
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Hi. My name is Whyllie. Whyllie White. I was loved very very much for just a short while--only about a year, but it was the best year of my life.
My mom has tried to help me write a diary entry a couple times but it makes her too sad and she can't stand it so she has put it aside for another day. Maybe today she will make it through the first chapter of my memoirs.
I am at the Rainbow Bridge now, you see. And since I died so tragically it just breaks her heart to think of Whyllie for very long. She misses me still and I guess she feels bad I had to leave her way too soon. She wanted to just spoil me forever.
But I'm OK now. I try to let her know I'll wait for her here and one day, someday, we will be together again. Mom says everything that is loved and loves in return never dies.
On the day they buried me God let my spirit linger there in the guise of a butterfly. So I flitted and I fluttered in the sunshine and I then landed right on my grave and I waited for her to notice me. Through the tears she saw me there and wondered if it could be--could it be me?
Even now sometimes like when she is taking the other dogs for a run out in the field, I'll send her another butterfly as a sign from heaven, so she'll remember me.
She does. I know she does, because she is crying now as she types.
Rainbow Bridge, Heaven
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