Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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November 7th 2000
I love being petted by Mom, or anyone else for that matter. I also like to sit on Mom or my brothers and sisters. Mom says it's pretty cute.
I'm easily annoyed by my brother, Godfrey.
I love rope toys especially, cause I get to rip them up!
I like anything anyone gives me!
I like to walk anywhere mom takes me. She says I heel real nice when I want to...
Mom says my coolest trick is my shake. I can shake or give you a high- or low-five with either paw! I'll also give ya some skin if you hold your hand out and say, "Lay it on me, brother!"
When I was about 3 months old some nice people found me wandering the streets and took me to the shelter my mom worked at. She said that when they brought me through the door it was love at first sight!! After a month went by and I didn't get adopted, Mom took me home to "foster," but she said she knew I wasn't ever coming back to the shelter.
My motto is too long for the little space they gave, so here it is: "If it tastes good, eat it! If it smells bad, roll in it! If there's a fence, jump it! "
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May 13th 2009 11:16 pm
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It is with a heavy heart that I share with you that my dearest Basil, my heart and soul, died in my arms this morning.
Basil had been doing pretty well with his chemotherapy at home. His progress was great, and his prognosis good. But day or two ago, he took a turn for the worst. Basil developed some sort of infection that his body was unable to fight off due to his compromised immune system. He went downhill VERY quickly, and I am glad that my baby boy didn't suffer.
After a trip to the vet this afternoon, it was clear that Basil may not make it through the night. I brought him home on IV fluids and antibiotics, and stayed home from work to be with him. I was constantly by his side for the next 10 hours, right up until he took his last breath.
More than one stranger over the years has commented on the obvious bond between Basil and myself, a bond the likes of which I have never known with any of my other dogs. I have no doubt Basil knew how much I loved him. A part of me died with him. My mother passed away very unexpectedly the week before Basil was diagnosed with Leukemia. I am confident she was there to help my baby boy with his transition.
March 30th 2009 3:21 am
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The last few months have been pretty rough for our family. My doggie sister Athena died in November, my doggie brother Joshua has been having problems with a very serious injury since January, and then Mom's mother died unexpectedly a few weeks ago. If all that wasn't bad enough, I was just diagnosed with Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia. (How's that for a mouth-full?!?) I hadn't been feeling well for a few months, and it took a little while to figure out what was wrong with me. But I am on chemotherapy treatments right now, and if all goes well the doctor thinks I could live for another year or two. Mom is hoping I turn out to be a miracle dog and live to a ripe old age.
Everyone please keep your paws crossed that things start to look up for us. I don't know how much more disasterous stuff Mom can handle right now...
December 24th 2008 11:23 pm
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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings where hung by the chimney with care
In the hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there
But at the North Pole sudden changes arose
All down to Rudolph and his ruby red nose
Clipboard in hand, a breed expert arrived
He motioned to Santa saying," please step aside".
A smooth haired coat and a muscular build
A broad deep chest our Rudolph did yield
The breed expert's pen, created pages of ticks
Then he suddenly called out "good lord, we've been tricked!"
"This creatures no donkey and clearly no horse!
I know these things! I've attended the course!"
Look at my clipboard the boxes are full!
It's very obvious to me: Rudolph is a pit bull!
Out with the measuring sticks, he explained to Santa the law
And he measured poor Rudolph from shoulder to floor.
As the spectacle continued Santa said with a sigh
He's a reindeer you fool! Why must he die?
"The law is the law" the expert said standing tall,
Then picked up his mobile and made a quick call
The sound of sirens filled the peaceful night air
and Rudolph removed .to who knew where?
Days turned too weeks and confused and alone
Rudolph pined, for the place he called home
As the first snow started falling Rudolph gave up the fight
And he took his last breath on a cold winters night
You may think this is funny, if a little untrue.
But how would you like it, if it happened to you?
If your dog was taken because of its look?
Because it ticked enough boxes in some silly book?
Regardless of parentage it doesn't matter what breed
If it ticks enough boxes then it's a done deed
So humour me here and pretend this is true
Think how you would feel if it happened to you.
Cuddle your hounds while you have them close by
For some spend this Christmas, waiting to die.
Now back to the story, it doesn't end there
One more short verse I need to share
Santa fetched Rudolph's body and cried for his friend
And swore to himself, this would not be the end
And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
"The law is wrong, please help us to fight!"
Author: Alison Green
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