Monday, October 08, 2007

a Welcome and a Goodbye

a Welcome: Freakazoid Colony

It is the beginnings of a freakazoid colony!!! I suspect Freak's Baby will be much better looking, mature, intelligent and well-behaved compared to his mom... even at birth.

Lucky for him Aunty EH will be around to bring some sort of normalacy into his life. Unfortunately being on a different continent will slightly hinder my ability to be Fully Involved , so I will therefore have to keep in constant contact with him throught Email, Skype and possibly MSN.

I already have a training programme in mind for him:

Year 1: Emailing, Skype and MSN to communicate with Cool Aunty EH
Year 2: The Life and Times of The BeeGees - Music, Lyrics, Dance Moves and Costumes
Year 3: Structural Analysis - How to Build a Life Size Model of the Eiffel Tower with Lego
Year 4: Electric Guitar - How to be Santana in 3 Weeks!

etc...

Yay! So Exciting!

a Goodbye: Sarah, you were always a Good Girl

Sarah kind of has to leave us, even though she probably doesn't want to. Not because she's not ready, or hasn't achieved her life goals or anything like that, no. If anything is holding her back, it is the thought that Shawn will be getting all sorts of love and attention that (in her opinion) is rightfully hers because she is after all, Top Dog.

Sarah is the kind of dog that is perpetually, and rightfully, accused of being needy. She does not grasp the fundamental Female Commandment (immortalized by B. Jones) that says 'Thou shalt be an Ice Queen'. But this stems from true self-confidence, and an unshakable belief that no one, absolutely no one, is immune to her brand of scruffy doggy cuteness.

And so she goes to everyone to give and receive the sort of unconditional love that can only come from dogs and be given to dogs, knowing she would never be denied. On that score, this otherwise thoroughly dumb dog, is right.

For a long time, she got the better of age, and managed to do many things younger dogs would never achieve. She survived many years of vicious attacks and the foul company of an evil cat named Neem. She climbed up three storeys to poop in Betta's room and then snuck back down. She destroyed a strong wooden sliding door during a particularly excitable session when she was isolated from people she really wanted to say hi to... Stuff like that.

Her hair was falling out and her eyesight failing. You could tell she was old from the outside.Inside, she never aged a day.

I will miss you, with all my heart.

1 Comments:

Betta said...

*sniff*

tx poop

9:56 AM, October 10, 2007  

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