The Best Dog Ever.

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Finding a Great Dane in Hawaii is not easy. They’re just not that popular here. The ethnic population here seems to have a greater desire for rats on a leash.

Regardles, I decide 11 years and a month ago to make a dream of mine come thru and get me a Great Dane

After about a week of searching the classifieds I came upon an ad for a male Dane. I called the lady and asked if he was still available and she said for 750.00 I could have him. I wasted no time.

I arrived at the sellers house only to find out that the male was a brindle ( brown and black zebra type) It was my fault for not asking before I left what it looked like. I told the lady I had my hopes set on a fawn (all beige with black muzzle).  I got lucky, she said she had a female like that but she was kinda shy and wont come out from under the house. I was welcome to have look at it but I had to go under the house and get her.

The house was only 2 ft. off the ground so I had to slide on my belly for about 30 ft. until I got a glimpse of her.  The poor girl was scared, shaking and submissive as if she had been traumatized at some time. My first thought was that she needed to get away from this place, no doubt something bad had happened to her and she was scared of her own shadow. We hung out for a few minutes just to get acquainted and let her get comfortable with me. After she seemed to calm down I grabbed her scruff and had to drag her out from under the house.

I had some contempt for the owner. As un PC as it sounds, I dont care. The couple that had these puppies were rude bull dog butch dykes that seemed a liitle short in the “nice” deptartment. I suspected this dog had been abused in someway. I dont know, but I wasted no time. I paid cash said thank you and left rather abruptly.  We went right to the vet, got a check up, a chip, made an appointment to crop her ears and now had to decide on a name. Cropping is a must. It prevents ear infections and also prevents capillary breakage as a result of shaking their ears. Plus, the dog simply looks a whole lot better.

 

During our ride from one side of the island to the other she had become very affectionate and attached in no time. She only weighed about 15 pounds and was about as big as a bowling ball. She had that begging and grateful look in her eyes that you see in those heart wrenching animal rescue commercials  She sat in my lap during the whole trip looking up at me and licking my wrist during the whole time. She was strong and solid but dirty from being under the house. She also had ears that were a little bigger and floppier than most Dane puppies I had seen.

She shall be “RUBY”                                                                                                      Warm, bright, precious and timeless.

As a puppy Ruby trained well and she grew up to be nothing but a regal beauty of a dog that stopped traffic everywhere she went. She quickly got a sense of family and in no time figured out the she was to be the sentinel gaurd in our family. 

She learned to bark only at those within a certain distance of the house. She would speak if asked and hush when told. She would also rip your arm off if told to. Before we bought our house we rented from a bitchy Chinese lady who swore that every turd within a mile came from Ruby. Being the kinda guy I am I trained Ruby to shit into a ziplock and made sure the the landlady was witness to this.

Ruby is smart, you didn’t have to talk to her like a dog. normal tones and speech are enough. Lay down, get up, sit , give me a kiss,  who’s outside?, go pee, stay, go inside. She loved to play fetch and tag. She would invite you to play tag by head butting you and then running away, She was almost impossible to catch so I usually had to trick her by acting like I had a snack. Sometimes I did, sometimes I didn’t, but she was always willing to check.

An incredible watch dog. Whenever in public she would always lean on me with her hips or shoulders to make contact so as to know where I was without having to look at me. This let her keep track of me and still scope out the area. I found out that Great Danes do this probably as well as other dogs also.

Another reason for buying Ruby was that I had opened by own metal refinishing and chrome shop a few months earlier. Things were taking off and I needed a dog to watch the place whenever I would take off for a minute or two. The doors on my shop were those huge roll up bay doors and it was too much of a hassle to roll them up and down each time I had to take a leak or whatever. So I ran a cable across the width of the door with Rubys leash attached so she could run the full length of the shop. My business involved mostly Harley parts and high performance automotive parts, all of which either very expensive or antiquated and irreplaceable. The thing is that some of my clientele was not the kind of people whos parts you want to lose. My own saftey was at stake also.  My doors were open everyday from 5 am to at least 6 or 7pm everyday of the week and I never lost one part, no matter how long I was gone. Ruby would lay smack in the middle of the entrance every time I left.  She knew the deal. If I was in the shop when a customer arrived she would simply bark once or twice to let me know we had company. If I was around the corner and someone arrived she would bark consistently, but only if they came within that radius that she determined to be too close. The imaginary line was there, and she let you know exactly where it was.

Ruby had her hangups. Don’t touch her bone. A friend Peter from the neighboring shop made the mistake one day of pushing Rubys big ole dinosaur bone a little closer to her. The leash stopped Ruby in her mid air pounce as she lunged for Peters hand/body. All I heard was Ruby growling and turned to see her in mid air  off the ground with her fangs out just inches from Peters ass. Peter looked as if he’d seen a ghost.  Yea, he never did that again.

Then there was the guy I fired. He pumped up his chest and got in my face. Ruby decided that she would have no part of that behavior towards her master. And quickly placed herself between us while growling under her breath and staring at said ex employees feet

Another instance was when one of my customers demanded I give him his parts even though he couldn’t make payment in full. I was closing up, getting ready to leave. I put Ruby in the back seat and told him that upon payment he would have his parts. As I drove away he made the mistake of trying to reach in the window and do whatever it was he thought he was going to do. Due to Rubys toothful intervention his plans were foiled.

Twice at home she saved the day. The first time was when two would be thieves tried to take something out of our garage. I heard Ruby growling out front and people screaming. So I quickly ran out front to find my garage a little messed up and a pick up truck burning out with one guy chasing it telling the driver to slow down. As Ruby gained on him and was close to the tackle he jumped into the pick up and narrowly escaped having stitches in his ass. Great Danes can run. Fast.     The second time would be when we had two pit bulls running loose in the neighborhood. My boy who was only 7 or 8 at the time was playing in the garage where Ruby spent her days at home. From inside the house I a heard a few growls hear and there and went to the garage to see what was up. When I got there one pitt bull was already half a block away while the others face had been opened up and was bleeding in the drive way.

As formidable as Ruby could be she was also very caring and compassionate. We have a neighbor who lives a few doors down who owns a cat. Shes a nut. During Rubys walks we would always pass her house and her cat would always be outside near the sidewalk and didnt seemed to ever be botherd by Ruby.  Every time we would walk by this lady would run outside like a maniac totally over reacting and call the cat to come inside because she was afraid that this horse of a dog would eat her cat. I got sick of this repeated paranoid over reaction on her part everyday and so one day I finally told her not to worry and that my dog wont do anything to her cat. She told me that her cat doesn’t like dogs. Duh? I told her I’m not surprised, most cats dont like dogs. The next morning I come into the garage to find her cat and Ruby sleeping comfortably on the same mattress. This also happened with a batch of kittens that were born near my shop. I actually have the pics but asshole here doesnt have a scanner. Shit, I dont even have a camera that works right now.

Even though Ruby had been spayed it didnt stop her from being a mother. While Ruby was 4 or 5 years old my wife decided she wanted a Pug. Flea  is his name. We bought Flea when he was just a few weeks old and could literally fit into a coffee mug. As soon as we introduced Flea to Ruby there was no question whos baby that was. Within no time Ruby was cuddling, licking and grooming the little tyke. We gave Flea his name simply because next to Ruby thats exactly what Flea looked like. Whenever Flea would go missing it was simply a matter of asking Ruby “wheres Flea”? and in no time she would come back carrying him in her mouth. Even after Flea had grown older he would get out the door once in a while and all we had to do was ask Ruby to go find him. All I had to do was follow Ruby and she would take me straight to him. You see this is very important because after having Flea for a few days we discovered he was 100% deaf. So its not like we could just whistle and he would come running.  Plus, he cant hear cars or any potential threat. ( til this day Flea and I operate on hand gestures).

Ruby and I would play like two overgrown kids. Even at her age just a few months ago every time I would say “wanna play?” and still acting like a little puppy she would rest her chin on the ground , stick her ass way up in the air , wag her tail and slap the ground with both paws simultaneously and then get up and run a couple circles and start the same sequence again.  Riding a bicycle with her was a fucking blast. There’s no sight in the world like a 120 pound Great Dane running full steam down the middle of a city street pulling her master behind her on a bicycle. There was also a day when I took her to the beach,  all the Japanese tourist were paying me to take pictures with her.

She loved to run in the jungle. Like an idiot I took her to a remote location one day with noting but jungle all around us and let her go. Ruby had never run away before. But for some reason this time she just up and bolted right into the jungle. After calling her for about 1/2 an hour I decided to go in and look for her. I ran around in this fucking jungle for about an hour looking for her an finally gave up and convinced myself that she would turn up at a the humane society or some place.  When I got back to the car the little shit was standing right next to it looking at me with what seemed to be a smile on her face. I suspect she was there the whole time I was looking for her

I know this post sounds as if Ruby has already passed, she hasnt, but in a way she has.

Ruby use to always call me if she had to take a dump. She would bark once or twice and I would come outside and walk her. You see I couldn’t keep her inside the house anymore because if her and Flea would play all the furniture and anything breakable would take a beating. In 10 years I’ve replaced 6 screen doors and lost some expensive crystal  as a result of her and Fleas rough housing. So we had to keep Ruby in the garage with a cable that runs the full length of the garage. I  felt  guilty about that because she liked being inside but what could I do ? It was like having 2 bulls in a china factory high on meth. Plus Flea was always trying to fuck her. ( A pug, trying to fuck a Great Dane is always good for a laugh)

Anyway, the point is that since a few months ago Ruby has stopped calling me when she has to go. Sadly she makes no attempt at all anymore. You see her hips are going out and she cannot get up to come to the door and bark like she used to. Every morning now I come out to see her (I get up at 3am) and there is a fresh pile of poo right next to her butt. She gives me a look as if she feels that she has let me down. I have to let her know that I know she didnt mean it A couple months ago it wasn’t too bad. She messed the garage maybe once or twice a week, I would scold her and ask her “what the fuck?” I thought maybe it was her diet that needed changing and so I started her on food that was more fit for older dogs. This didnt help and things have just gotten  worse.  It turns out that Rubys hips hurt too much for her to get up and do what she has to do now. As a result she poops right where she is laying. In fact its getting hard for her to even walk a few blocks. I’ve had to hide my tears from the neighbors a couple times now as she struggles to raise her butt again after peeing.

In the time I’ve written these last few sentences I’ve begun to cry. Because hitting on this subject makes me aware that my baby wont be with me much longer and that I have to start making that hard decision as to whether I should invest in huge surgery bills and medication that I cant afford  and keep her a little longer for my own selfishness or have her put to rest so as to end her misery.

She was the best dog ever. I’ve had many, and they were all good. But not as good as Ruby. She has been loyal, never let harm come to me or my family, guarded us for ten years and always let us know of impending danger. She would tear the arm off of anyone who raised a hand to anyone in our family and yet she would snuggle gently with kittens and my infant son when he was just a couple years old. She could always tell when I was hurting. When my father passed I came home that night and there was no tail wagging exuberant greeting. Instead she walked up to me as I sat down and placed her chin on my lap. She knew. She just simply knew. During my incarceration my wife told me that she would howl for hours on end.

If Ruby had it she would give it to me, always, unconditionally and with pleasure.     I guess I’m writing this now because I always thought it was stupid to say all these nice things about people after they  were dead. I realize that anyone reading this will probably not meet her. But at least this way she will be in your thoughts while she is still alive. Most recently in the last couple of days she has progressed for the worst.  Now I have to reach under her belly and help her up so she can eat. I dont know where to draw the line. Maybe I do but I’m just not strong enough to take her for that one final ride.

You have truly lived up to your name and far past anything I ever expected out of you.

God bless you my sweety. You were there for me always. Always, when everyone else had failed me, and you loved me no matter what.

 

 

MY BABY WENT PEACEFULLY AT 9:30 TUESDAY MORNING.

TAKE CARE OF MY BABY LORD, AND THANKYOU.

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The gentle giant

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Full Grown

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About 4-5 months old

 

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My best friends

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Flea and Ruby

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Tryin to stop me from watchin porn 

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 We be havin teh cake

 

 

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59 Comments

  1. poor ruby. I have to be honest I didn’t read the whole post because you know after a few mohitos my focusing isn’t that good but I got the jist.

    I had to put my pussy, Rocky, to sleep over a year ago. IT was the hardest thing I had to do. He was the best cat ever. I never had to do that before. I cried.

  2. I can think of a couple relatives that I would rather put to sleep right now.
    Serious.

  3. I hear ya. My cat was my best friend. He was smart. he had diabetes and was 14 years old. it was to much to treat him. It took me a long time to call and make the appointment. Every time I would pick up the phone he would sit there and stare at me with his big green eyes. I hung up the phone every tim. it was awful.

    Is she really sick?

  4. nice post, mick.

  5. She more disabled than sick. She lays on her side all day and as a result her fur is rotting off from lack of ventilation. She needs help standing up.
    She has to stand to eat. You cant feed dogs that big laying down. It wont make it to her tumy.
    When I do get her up her rear legs start shaking and she ends up on her butt. She cant even walk up hill anymore.
    Its getting to the point where I have to change her bedding twice a day because she cant get far away enough from the bed in time. And walking her in the yard is getting to be a chore for her.
    She tried to step up a curb this morning and ended up sitting in the gutter untill I reached under her belly and lifted her hind end up.
    Shes getting skinny and you can see shes not happy

  6. MickBear! I feel for you man! Hey, I have missed you on the Grizzly Groundswell! sorry to hear about Ruby. That is hard. My Daisy Dog is awesome and I hate to think of the day we will have to part!

    Take care and don’t be a stranger! We are not only into blog network but radio and video networks now! I miss my Hawaii Gov. Sorry I have not had the time to contatct you earlier!

    Blog looks awesome!

    Chad

  7. Aw, Mick, that’s a shame. I hope she isn’t in any pain. That big decision is so hard to make. But you have to think about how she’s feeling. I’ll keep her in my thoughts.

  8. Yea, shes not too interested in anything anymore.
    She never was a yellper so I’m not sure how much pain shes in. I can only gather its enough to where she would rather not move.
    I feel like shit.
    If I take her in to put her down theres something telling me its too early.
    Half the time she can get up to eat or take a short walk without too much problem. But the times when she has trouble are getting more and more frequent .
    Then on the other hand she could be in more pain than I can imagine.
    I have a line of credit with the vets. Its an 1800.00 limit and its almost maxed out. I’m making the payments alright but like most folks things have gotten a little tighter around here and I dont know if I could extend the limit and afford it. I know they would extend it cuz I’m up to date, but whats left on the card now is about 3 or 4 hundred and that will be just enough to have her put down, and what I can afford.
    If I take her in and they examine her and say well if you do this and this she’ll be alright for a few more months I’m really gonna feel like crap because I could pull it off but I think its money I dont have. My wifes friend just spent 2000.00 bucks to keep her dog alive a an extra 6 weeks. The dog was still puking and crapping itself and breathing like a train.
    I cant do that to Ruby.
    And then theres my wife and kid to deal with.
    They’ll probably hate me deep down if I put her down.
    I just know that if I talk to them about it the first thing they’ll say is ” are you sure its time?”
    I dont know, its my dog but they’re close to her also.
    This whole thing is touch and go and I keep reminding myself that its not about ne.
    I guess I’m worried that some will see me putting her a convenience for me and a raw deal for Ruby.

  9. It’s hard, I know but you’ll know when the right time is. And it always comes down to money, with every one not just you. If you’re willing to spend a few hundred dollars to find out what’s wrong with her then it might be easier to make your decision. You also have to consider her age. How much money do you want to spend on a dog that might die in a year or two. It may sound cruel but it’s true. and things are tight, for everyone right now. your family will understand, I’m sure.

    I thought I was a horrible person for putting my cat to sleep because he had diabetes, a controllable disease that would take a lot of time and effort and money. My vet said that I wasn’t a bad person that if I couldn’t do it then he would rather see him get put to sleep then suffer.

    You also have to consider you family, too. If she is sick and can’t get better or even if this is the way she gonna be for the rest of her life how will it effect them. Taking care of her might take away from caring for your family.

    You’ll make the right decision.

  10. Micks, I’m so sorry. I’ve yet to lose a pet unless you count Ace, the tuxedo rabbit, but I wasn’t there when a bobcat ripped into his cage and tore off his head. My brother, however, spilled tears.

    It sounds like Ruby was lucky to have you, too.

  11. Thanx Still.
    But I was definatley the lucky one.
    She spent a lot of time being my silent therapist

  12. From one Great Dane owner to another I thought you might want to read this…

    http://totaltransformation.wordpress.com/2007/03/01/59/

    Trust me, it is worth a read. And it is in the public domain so feel free to repost.

  13. This is truly sad, Micky. I grieve right with you. I guess one has to always keep in mind that, someday, we must part with the beloved animals we take upon ourselves to keep. If you’re lucky, you might get one dog like Ruby in a lifetime. You were given a gift and you made the most of that relationship. Now, the relationship is coming full-circle. Give Ruby the mercy and dignity that this special member of your family deserves. Be strong for her.

    I don’t know what the future of Ration Reality is. Bagel seems to have lost interest in it and I don’t have the time or understanding of WordPress (or webmastering, in general) to take it over. I’ll let you know if things change. A great Fourth of July to you and your family!

  14. Thanks for coming by dude. Your words have meaning, honestly.
    Give Bagel my best.
    Creative,eclectic and honest people have the hardest time in a world of mediocrity and conventional thought. Its easy for people like her to get bored, loose interest or just become disconnected.
    I hope she’s alright and not really depressed.
    Give her a hug and kiss from me and let her know that its more important for her to do what she wants and needs instead of worrying about readers.
    I’m sure we all appreciate the gift she has given us but I’ll bet we all understand what’s important for her and what’s not.
    And whatever happens don’t be strangers, please.
    I haven’t met too many folks on line that actually care about and you and Bags are a couple of that few.

  15. Thanks all of you.
    I feel a little bit like a jerk here.
    I pictured Ruby not making it this far but so far she hasnt got too much worse.
    You can tell by watching her that shes stubborn as hell and isnt going down easy.
    Sometimes she looks like a new born colt trying to stand for the first time and then other times she just gets right up. But the hard times are outweighing the easy ones.

  16. Hey, just stopping by to check on Ruby. How is she hanging on? Any better?

    I just wanted you to know that I was thinking about her and your family.

  17. I have to wash her bedding once a day now. she doesnt even get up to pee now.
    She used to call me whenever she had to go. She stopped doing that and would just barely make it off her bed in time and go on the floor. Now she just craps and pees in bed.
    Shes gotten a little worse. I have to reach under her belly and support her hind legs when she goes to stand up.
    he does a lot of resting and nothing in general..
    I think when she cant stand anymore is when I’m gonna have to make that call.

    Nice of you to check in,
    It means a lot. Thanks Cap

  18. always thinking of you since we don’t talk much, ya know with everyone dispersing somewhere.

  19. Hey Dad, Just wanted to tell you and anyone else who may be reading this that you’re right. Ruby is the most intelligent, loyal, fun and insightful dog yet.

    I never had a dog I got to live with full time but I’ve always considered her mine. I was there the summer you brought her home, and when you named her Ruby I gasped “That’s my birthstone!” thinking you may have named her after me in some way but you hilariously shot me down with some smart as remark about “not getting carried away”.

    Since I was 11, I felt such a strong connection to her. Like she understood everything I was thinking, just by the way she looked right into my eyes. After all the years of me being gone for 10 months, to return for 2 months, and even when the gaps of time turned into years, she remembered me the SECOND I walked in and it was as if I had never left.

    A few summers later when I had a “boyfriend” next door that you forbid me to see, he did or said something to me that at the time (I was 14) that just broke my heart. I walked in and said nothing to you about it, but she KNEW. She followed me straight to my bedroom and just laid in bed with me until I fell asleep. I should have known better, she never liked that guy anyways.

    Any other time I was out with Ruby and ANYONE attempted to approach me there was a slight first warning given, then a more stern second warning given by a deeper growl and curl of the lip, and no third warning was needed.

    Once we (Suzy, Dane and Yourself, really) moved into the smaller place and she had to spend time in the garage, I remember just going out there and just laying there with her….me on the garage floor and her lounging on her dog bed just to rest my head on her chest. She didn’t move or get up like I was irritating her (like any other dog would do).

    I know how you feel, and I can’t give you any advice because I know I couldn’t make that decision. I’m still crying hysterically as I write this because I hadn’t realized how tough things had gotten on her. Ruby will always be my dog, no matter what you say. Thanks for taking such good care of her Dad.

  20. No dear, you were 12.

  21. With that punk next door.

  22. Mick, you’re exactly the way I pictured you, long black snout with big floppy ears. Hehehe… No really that’s what I pictured you to look like. But more of a darker complexion. And if that’s your wife she is beautiful.

  23. You are doing everything you can possibly do for Ruby. It’s not a matter of convenience but about her quality of life. If she’s sad, she’s telling you something. I wish there was a different right answer.

  24. that last picture doesn’t look anything like the others. how long ago was that? Isn’t you son like eight or something. You look pretty god damn good for all the drugs and alcohol you did.

  25. The two last pics are 6 years apart.My boy is 13 now.
    I think the second to the last one I just got outta the looney bin
    My last run was one for the record books. It tore me up as you can see.
    I’ve bounced back a little in the last couple of years.
    The cake on my face I’d been sober for about 10 years

  26. I thought your son was around 12 but I didn’t want to be wrong which I was wrong anyway but that’s just how my life rolls.

    Show me some recent pictures of your son. you can email them to me if you prefer

  27. I dont have any recent ones in the system.
    My wife can take a pic with her phone. We’ll get on it in a day or two.

  28. I only thought it appropriate to pay my respects here. I’m sorry, Mick. Thoughts are not only with you but your wife and son, too.

  29. Thanks Cap.
    I am so lucky to of had her.
    She was just the best damn dog anyone could ever wish for.

    Its a huge relief. quite honestly I think because of the guilt I carried the relief is greater for me. Not that I did anything wrong , its just that the feelings of helplesness were beggining to get the best of me.
    I need to keep my shit together cuz mom and boy are all bent out of shape right now.
    The ironic thing is that she took another spill last night and I screamed at God to take her already.
    I’m glad , because i’ve had to take a couple dogs to the vet for euthanization and its a heart wrenching experience I didnt want to go through with Ruby.

    Once again, thanks.

  30. I hope you are doing well now.

    Sadly, my dog Kane is now going. He woke up this morning with a slight limp, and within 10 minutes he had lost all use of his rear legs. I just got done carrying him outside to pee. I haven’t cried this much in…well ever.

  31. I hate when people say I know how you feel, as every relationship is unique and special.
    But I can relate.
    The only way I’ve made it through the last few days was to remember what a great time it was for us and that we both knew that we really loved each other.
    I dont know if you caught the addition at the end of the post but Ruby passed on Tuesday.
    I’m right in there with ya buddy and I’m going to slip a note in Gods box for you and ask him to give you the strength and to keep Kane from misery.

  32. Where have you been? I miss you. Things just aren’t the same.

  33. Theres no place to go.
    Keys hardy around and heather split

    How you been ?

  34. lonely. The thing about ADD is that it’s hard to except change and this is the second time that this happened to me. Last summer over at spanks all of a sudden nothing and now with bagel, key and heather. I’m not the kind that Roams around and randomly sparks a conversation. It took me four months to comment on key’s blog and three months to comment on bagel’s. Then, I feel comfortable and at home and all of a sudden I’m kicked to the curb. Oh well shit happens. what can you do?

    Mick, I guess, I was always meant to be talking to myself.

  35. I’m sorry to hear about your friend.

    A few years ago, my parents bought a Chocolate Labrador Retriever whom we affectionately named “Mocha.” When she was approaching seven years in age, we noticed that she’d occasionally trip over her front right paw. It was as though she had forgotten to bend it forward again before trying to put her weight on it. It was rare at first, maybe once a week, but it became more frequent over the course of a few months. It was torture watching her running towards me after I call her, only to trip and land on her chin halfway to me. She’d always get right back up though, as if nothing had happened, and keep running to me. We suspected that she was either temporarily losing all control of her paw, or that she had permanently lost control and was relying on inertia to land on it.

    We noticed the problem in October of one year. By the following spring, the problem had significantly worsened, and was beginning to appear in the other front paw as well. We took her to the veterinarian, who diagnosed her with Lyme Disease, and prescribed some pills for her. We followed the directions on the medications, but her condition continued its downward trend. That October, almost a year after we had noticed it, the condition severely handicapped her ability to walk, and we had to carry her up or down the stairs in our house. She’d often lick her front paws while lying down, but never showed any signs of pain while trying to use them.

    I’ll never forget the last time I saw her. My father had taken her to the vet’s again, who offered to operate on her paws. The result would be that her paws would be locked in a bent position instead of simply flailing around when she walked. I, personally, was opposed to the procedure, but my parents decided to go ahead with it. The appointment was scheduled for a Friday afternoon, and she would spend the weekend at the animal clinic to recover from the procedure. My father would driver her down after he got home from work. A few minutes before he got home, I sat down next to her on the kitchen floor, and with tears in my eyes, hugged her and told her it was all going to be okay. I was saddened by the prospect of having to watch her struggle in casts when she returned after the operation — I had no idea that she’d never come home.

    An hour or two after my dad got back, the doctor called to make sure we really wanted to go through with the operation. It would cost several thousands of dollars, and judging from how rapidly her condition had declined over that past summer, he couldn’t guarantee that it would solve her problem. Heartbroken, my dad agreed to have her put down. My brother and I were informed of the decision shortly after the call. I had not expected it, as I mentioned before, but I know it was the right decision — it was the only decision that could make Mocha happy again.

    Anyway, sorry for writing a book in your comments. This drink is to Ruby and Mocha, two of the best friends a man could have.

  36. NOT !

    You know i’m pretty reliable and always here.

    Whenever you javs omething to say just drop it here

  37. you ARE reliable!

  38. I’m shopping for a Pug.

  39. Pugs are great !

    Nothing but love. They’re real clingy and they snore like little trains.———————————————————————————————————————————

    yea Cap.
    No need fo da viagra thingy round here

  40. You got that right.

  41. Should of seen me when I had to take Ruby in for cremation.
    It figures that the one day I’ve come as close to killing someone in a long time as I’ve gotten, I get stuck with a bitch at the SPCA that I felt like killing.

    I had to drive to the other side of the islandwith Ruby in the back seat. My wife cried the whole way and i’m going 70 MPH with ny eyes watering up.

    The bitch behind the counter didnt know her ass from a hole. I got a 120 lb. dead dog in my car and shes talking shit with friends on the phone and scmoozing with a kitten for about 1/2 an hour when I finally snapped and everyone went running out of the office.
    So she wheels this industrial laundry bin out to the parking lot and tells me to put Ruby in it and its got some other dofgs shit in it.
    I told her to get out of my way and walked past the “do not enter ” sign and put Ruby on the platform that goes into the incinerator.
    Gave her a kiss and split before the cops got there.
    Yea, it was like that.

    Its wierd now because I always catch myself about 4 or 5 times a day saving scraps in the kitchen for Ruby.
    I keep expecting to see her there everytime I walk outside.

  42. That’s terrible. I don’t even know what to say to that.

  43. The way you were treated, I mean.

  44. Even idiots need jobs I guess

    I dont think this chick was intentionally mean, just clueless in social graces

  45. When I had to take my cat of 10 years to be put down because he was sick they did the same thing to me. My girl friend went with me and there were four people in the office. One guy sitting behind the counter reading a magazine, he couldn’t even lift his head and look at me, I don’t think he even turned a page. Some fucking fat lady who was laughing and playing with a small dog she had just given a bath to. The girl waiting on me who was laughing and joking with another girl. All, while I was crying my eyes out and no one could give a shit. No sympathy what so ever. When I asked for a tissue the girl reached down, without looking at me and grabbed the box and slammed it onto the counter. I was pissed.

    When I went to work on Monday and told a co-worker she said, “why did you take him there? They were just on the news for being cruel to animals.”

    I didn’t know. Poor Rocky. He was the best fucking cat ever. He was like a dog. When he was ready to go to bed, he would sit and stare at me on the couch until I was ready to go up stairs. When I was ready I’d say, “ok, Rock, it’s time.” And I’d get up and he’d follow me up always letting me go first. I would get into bed and he would get at the bottom. that’s where he would sleep, always.

    Ok, enough.

  46. I can beat that.

    My pug Flea wiill get up with me at 3 AM and follw me like a magnet . I’ll go take my morning leak and as I’m standing there he’ll lick my ankles while I’m peeing. Then I’ll go to the kitchen ans start my quadruple espresso and make his breakfast which is usually boiled chicken and rice. I’ll put the plate down and he’ll walk up to it and sniff it and then turn and look at me like “what the fuck “?
    So, heres the deal, he’s waiting for me to feed him a couple pieces by hand before he’ll eat the rest.
    While he’s eating his food I’ll go to take my crap. Thats what the espresso is for. It just kinda gets things movin along.
    By the time I drop my shorts Flea will be outside in the hall scratching on the front door, asking me to open it. I open the door and he’ll come over to me as I’m sitting on the head and get up on his hind legs and place his chin right on the toilet seat with his two paws wrapped around my tummy. To anyone who didnt know better they would think he’s blowing me. But actually this is how he gets his belly and sides scrtached while I crap. I reach down and kinda pet and scratch his torso.
    You may think this is strange on my part and not so strange on the dogs part, but if I dont let him in that door when he starts scratching he’ll start scratching even more furiously and start howling like a little wolf.
    I cant have that at 3 in the morning.
    So Flea and I have been doing this every morning for about 6 years now.

    What was really funny was to watch him try to fuck Ruby.
    He would stand up on his hind legs and start sniffing her gizmo untill his legs got tired. Then he would do this thing with his teeth like he was eating a miniature corn on the cobb. Almost like he was shivering and his teeth were chattering at the same time.
    Finally when he was all ready. ( Pugs are well hung, way out of proportion) ( at least Flea is) he would start humping her leg.
    If Ruby was laying down and Flea started doing his thing she would more or less look like she was confused and irritated. Flea on the other hand looked like some coke head that just came across a quarter ounce. He could hardly contain himself.

    Good thing we have hardwood floors, cuz if we had carpet his boner would snag in the rug and stop him dead wherever hes going.

  47. just the opposite with my daughter’s dogs. they had a Siberian husky (boy) and a miniature chihuahua ( girl) he tried to get her, poor thing. they were friends, though, it was cute to see them play.

  48. Wow, letting your guard down these days, mick. Good stuff.

  49. Hey !
    I love that dog more than some of my relatives man.

    I’ve seen my junkie friends die in front of me and not crack a tear.

    Where the fuck you been ?

  50. Over stressed, underpayed, over sexed, busy as hell at work. Mostly, I have been at work. The last couple of months have been an economic nightmare for sure.

  51. Over sexed???? yeah, right.

  52. Some of my best lays have been by myself

  53. Oh my goodness. I just balled at my desk. Everyone here probably thinks I’m crazy since I cry at least once a week at my desk (the pain gets so bad). Now I’m crying about your dog! I’m sorry for your loss. I’m so scared for that day when I may have to make a decision when it comes to my cat Tiger Lily–she’s not nearly as useful and intelligent as Ruby but she’s my baby just the same. Animlas truly sense what we need. Lily sometimes does but mostly wants all the attention.

    I have never read a blog post like that before–what a remarkable dog. It was a wonderful tribute to her. Well-written and so thoughtful AND we finally (or me anyway) get to see what you look like! You look exactly how I imagined!

    Bless you and Ruby,

    j.

  54. Yeah, it does seem like an intangible, but it’s true. I had to end it, she wanted to move in. Also, um, anal isn’t a requirement, but it should always be an option.

  55. Yea, only if her dick is bigger than yours ?.

    ———————————————————————————–
    Thanks for dropping by Jenice.
    And thanks for the kind words.
    ————————————————————————————

    This thread is supposed to be for my dog actually, so I’m gonna put up something else if were gonna talk about anal.
    I’m sure Ruby dont give a shit but I feel funny talking about sticking ass on here.

  56. So sorry, my manners, well, I don’t have any. I’ll blame it on Cap.

  57. Its alright.
    It gave me an idea for a new post.

    Yea, wherever cap goes that shit always pops up

  58. Cap gets blamed for everything.

    People don’t get laid, it’s Cap’s fault. People have hangover’s and can’t remember if they got fucked up the ass, It’s Cap fault. People have no manners and disrespect the death of a loved one, it’s Cap’s fault. Sheeesh….

  59. My cousin has two pugs and that’s what she says: “Nothing but love.” And those damn things do snore like hell, you can hear them all the way from the top of the stairs.

    She rescued both of them, one from a nurse who was beating the hell out of it. Can you believe it? A fucking nurse of all people? She told me if she had ever laid eyes on the nurse she would be hurt in a real serious way.

    Anyway, Micks, interesting pics, can’t say I can relate as I have no real attachment to animals at this moment. Sure, I love my cat, but there are times I wonder if I could just as easily trade her for another model.

    Peace out.


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