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Life from the Shorts

To the Afterlife!

Today was a sad day for my dog parents. They took me into the vet again to make my leg all better. It swelled up a few days ago, and today was just insane. I even thought to myself, "Leg, how the hell did you get so big?" Evidently, the vet ran out of magic fairy dust for pooches. They should really make more of that. Cats have the market cornered on that stuff. 9 lives! I'd settle for just another go at naptime on this earth.

So, today was the end of it all on this big ball of dirt. I'm off to better parts. Somewhere that features a big lawn full of fire-hydrants to pee on sounds like a good place to go. Maybe they'll also fix my back right this time. You guys all remember when I threw it out a few years ago, right? All my hind parts continued to work, but I had to hobble around like a handicap-pup. Maybe in doggie paradise they'll give me a new set of wheels. I'd like Baxter's wheels. That white annoying dog sure can zoom around the place.

However, before I say goodbye to you all here, I'd like to tell my doggie parents that they were the best ever. They always did their best to entertain me. I'm a hard dog to entertain, too! I like to sleep a lot. You only really have one good hour of my attention, otherwise I have better things to dream about. You know how us Bassets work. But yeah, they were amazing parents and went to a whole heap of trouble to humor my odd quirks. Like my bone burring thing. They'd throw me something and I'd just bury it. No reason, but just because it was there. And my peeing inside. They'd just look at me and pat me on the head for trying to get outside. Sometimes it is just time to leave. It's my time now. I love you all and have been so grateful to you for rescuing me from the pound. That place blew! You gave me an incredible 4 years. I love you guys as much as I know you love me.

Best,
Scrapy

Am I not good enough?

So, the day has come. I feel like I'm being left out and I don't know what to do about it. Mommy and Daddy came home last night and were excited. Mommy was squeeling, like when she sees a cute puppy or kitten, and Daddy seemed happy, too. Everytime this happens they typically bring home a new pet because the 5 they've already adopted never seem enough for them. They wanted more and I was getting the feeling that I was going to be knocked down another notch. No longer was my place at the foot of the bed safe; I would have to fight for my place in their heart.

Today was the day that Mommy and Daddy came back smelling like other dogs. For that matter, they came home smelling like basset hound puppy. I know that I am getting older and that I am not as fast as I used to be. I had back surgery, but you can hardly hold that against me. It was Mommy and Daddy that prodded me to jump on the couch and to run up and down the stairs. I sleep a lot and like to cuddle with them whenever possible because I still love them more than anything else on this earth, even more than naps. I lick their faces and I do my best to be an all around 'good dog'. I stopped pooing inside, and I never even pee upstairs like my brother Baxter does. But I'm getting replaced and I'm not too happy about it. I feel like crying. I have been so depressed that I haven't been able to get up today and pee on all the bushes to mark my territory. Alas, my cuddly basset nature is being pushed aside by... another basset puppy.

Sadly,
Scraps