About two years ago our beloved family dog passed away. He was a black lab named Sullivan. We called him Sully for short. He was just like the lab you may have watched in the movie "Marley and Me". From the start, Sully was a good dog. He was easily trainable and very good with Connor. We got Sully a few months before Connor was born, so they would grow up together. And grow up together they did. Everywhere Connor went, Sully would go. We lived on a small street with a cul-de-sac while Connor was growing up. I knew exactly what house Connor was at because Sully would be laying on the front porch waiting for him to come out so he could follow him to the next place. When Regan came along, Sully did the same thing with her. Lucky for Sully that Regan's friend's was the sister of the boy Connor hung out with. Otherwise, I don't think he would know what to do if they were in seperate places. Then Ian came along. I was curious to see the dilema that Sullivan would be in when Ian started going over a friends house. Ian's Buddy lived across the street from the house Connor and Regan would hang out at.
At first Sully was unsure what to do, but after 10 minutes of confusion and pacing back and forth from house to house, Sully decided to lay in the middle. I figured out at that moment we not only had a smart dog, he was a great dog. He was the only dog on our street for a while and considered everyones dog. He watched out over the whole neighborhood. He enjoyed doing it too. The neighbors make him dog biscuits. I think when we moved, the neighbors were more upset about the dog leaving than us. Sully seemed to like our new house. We moved on the water. What's not to like about that? This was a Lab's paradise. When the kids were away at school, Sully was at my side all day long as I landscaped and did things around the new house. We sort of got into a routine. Everyday we did the same things. It could be so annoying at times that he wouldn't leave my side. I would do anything now to have him back annoying me all over again.
I didn't get over his passing for about a year and still to this day haven't really gotten over it. Pat wanted to get a dog right away. "ABSOLUTELY NOT! I AM NOT READY AND IT WILL HAVE TO BE ON MY TERMS!" Everyone was angry with me, but I didn't really give a damn. I was going to be the one to feed the dog, take it for walks, take it to the vet, brush it, give it medicine if it needed it, and replace and clean up anything the puppy decided to tear up. I wasn't emotionally ready for that. About a year later I started to look around. Pat and the kids wanted another black lab. I said abosouletly not. My biggest fear is that we would get the same dog and all you would do was compare it to Sully. That dog would have some big shoes to fill. I'm not so sure it would be possible. So, the same dog was out of the question.
I finally settled on a dog. We got an English Bulldog. I always wanted either an English Bulldog or a French Bulldog. One day during football practice, I happened to be reading the penny saver and came across an add for English bulldog puppies. I called the lady right away and she said she only had one left. She was practically giving it away. I told her I would be right over to look. When I got to the house, the puppy was out in the driveway with her mother and brother. She was so cute! Up until know, I didn't think any puppy was cute. I bought her right away. She was the last one and she was 180 out from Sully. Thats for sure. I had never had a female dog, let alone a full breed of any sort. We named her Fiona. She was ugly in a cute sort of way like shreks girlfriend. So we named Fiona after her.
For the most part, everyone has been helpful when it comes to Fiona and all the attention we have to give her. Everyone has to chip in and walk and feed her. Our schedules are very busy. If the family didn't chip in and help, she would live in her crate most of the time. I decided that I am not doing it all alone with this dog. Everyone is going to bear the responsibility. Everything has been going great up until about a day ago. "FIONA GOT HER PERIOD?! THAT'S GROSS!" Nobody was really thrilled about that event. Ian was very curious about the whole thing. Pat wasn't to thrilled about the whole thing either. He has a very weak stomach. He dry heaves at just about anything. When Fiona dragged her puffy puss across his theatre room carpet and left a skid mark, I thought he was going to lose it.
I called the vet and told her what was going on and she said she started her heat cycle. I really thought I had more time to make my decision on whether to get her fixed or not. Then I asked the Vet "HOW LONG WILL SHE BE IN HEAT? ABOUT A WEEK?" The vet just laughed and said "TRY ABOUT 4-6 WEEKS" Why didn't anyone tell me this before? THIS SUCKS! I ran out to Pet Smart and had to buy a doggie diaper. The lady at Pet Smart gave me the low down on dogs in Heat. YIKES!!!!!!! Why me? Why is this happening to me? Fiona would barely wear her lobster halloween costume. How is she going to keep this dumb ass diaper on. Great! Next stop, Safeway. Now I had to buy maxi-pads. Do you believe this? The lady at Pet Smart said to put a maxi-pad in the diaper so you don't have to keep cleaning the diaper. Plus it will keep the smell down. SMELL?????? She told me that her boyfriend will buy pads for his dogs but not her if she needed them. I'm thinking"DO I REALLY LOOK LIKE A THERAPIST LADY? I GOT MY OWN PROBLEMS RIGHT NOW!" Sorry to hear that, but I really have to get going. My dog is dripping all over the damn place. I finally get home and rig up this doggie diaper. It worked. Lucky for me Fiona can't reach her butt to pull off the diaper. Bulldogs can't do that because of their build. You could tell she was embarrassed. She hid most of the time she had it on. I told her to join the club. I was wondering how Regan was going to take it when she got home. Fiona is her buddy. When Regan walked through the door Fiona didn't greet her as she normally does. She was sulking in her crate. She was being a moody Bitch. Well, I guess I can see her point. Anyway, Regan says where is Fiona? I said, "Fiona is embarrassed because she has to wear a diaper." Regan say's "Why?" "Well, Fiona got her period." Regan got wide-eyed and stomped her foot and said. "Oh my god. She got her period before me. Thats not fair!" Oh great, I have another moody bitch to deal with. I said get over it. You want to put off what Fiona got for as long as you can.
At first Sully was unsure what to do, but after 10 minutes of confusion and pacing back and forth from house to house, Sully decided to lay in the middle. I figured out at that moment we not only had a smart dog, he was a great dog. He was the only dog on our street for a while and considered everyones dog. He watched out over the whole neighborhood. He enjoyed doing it too. The neighbors make him dog biscuits. I think when we moved, the neighbors were more upset about the dog leaving than us. Sully seemed to like our new house. We moved on the water. What's not to like about that? This was a Lab's paradise. When the kids were away at school, Sully was at my side all day long as I landscaped and did things around the new house. We sort of got into a routine. Everyday we did the same things. It could be so annoying at times that he wouldn't leave my side. I would do anything now to have him back annoying me all over again.
I didn't get over his passing for about a year and still to this day haven't really gotten over it. Pat wanted to get a dog right away. "ABSOLUTELY NOT! I AM NOT READY AND IT WILL HAVE TO BE ON MY TERMS!" Everyone was angry with me, but I didn't really give a damn. I was going to be the one to feed the dog, take it for walks, take it to the vet, brush it, give it medicine if it needed it, and replace and clean up anything the puppy decided to tear up. I wasn't emotionally ready for that. About a year later I started to look around. Pat and the kids wanted another black lab. I said abosouletly not. My biggest fear is that we would get the same dog and all you would do was compare it to Sully. That dog would have some big shoes to fill. I'm not so sure it would be possible. So, the same dog was out of the question.
I finally settled on a dog. We got an English Bulldog. I always wanted either an English Bulldog or a French Bulldog. One day during football practice, I happened to be reading the penny saver and came across an add for English bulldog puppies. I called the lady right away and she said she only had one left. She was practically giving it away. I told her I would be right over to look. When I got to the house, the puppy was out in the driveway with her mother and brother. She was so cute! Up until know, I didn't think any puppy was cute. I bought her right away. She was the last one and she was 180 out from Sully. Thats for sure. I had never had a female dog, let alone a full breed of any sort. We named her Fiona. She was ugly in a cute sort of way like shreks girlfriend. So we named Fiona after her.
For the most part, everyone has been helpful when it comes to Fiona and all the attention we have to give her. Everyone has to chip in and walk and feed her. Our schedules are very busy. If the family didn't chip in and help, she would live in her crate most of the time. I decided that I am not doing it all alone with this dog. Everyone is going to bear the responsibility. Everything has been going great up until about a day ago. "FIONA GOT HER PERIOD?! THAT'S GROSS!" Nobody was really thrilled about that event. Ian was very curious about the whole thing. Pat wasn't to thrilled about the whole thing either. He has a very weak stomach. He dry heaves at just about anything. When Fiona dragged her puffy puss across his theatre room carpet and left a skid mark, I thought he was going to lose it.
I called the vet and told her what was going on and she said she started her heat cycle. I really thought I had more time to make my decision on whether to get her fixed or not. Then I asked the Vet "HOW LONG WILL SHE BE IN HEAT? ABOUT A WEEK?" The vet just laughed and said "TRY ABOUT 4-6 WEEKS" Why didn't anyone tell me this before? THIS SUCKS! I ran out to Pet Smart and had to buy a doggie diaper. The lady at Pet Smart gave me the low down on dogs in Heat. YIKES!!!!!!! Why me? Why is this happening to me? Fiona would barely wear her lobster halloween costume. How is she going to keep this dumb ass diaper on. Great! Next stop, Safeway. Now I had to buy maxi-pads. Do you believe this? The lady at Pet Smart said to put a maxi-pad in the diaper so you don't have to keep cleaning the diaper. Plus it will keep the smell down. SMELL?????? She told me that her boyfriend will buy pads for his dogs but not her if she needed them. I'm thinking"DO I REALLY LOOK LIKE A THERAPIST LADY? I GOT MY OWN PROBLEMS RIGHT NOW!" Sorry to hear that, but I really have to get going. My dog is dripping all over the damn place. I finally get home and rig up this doggie diaper. It worked. Lucky for me Fiona can't reach her butt to pull off the diaper. Bulldogs can't do that because of their build. You could tell she was embarrassed. She hid most of the time she had it on. I told her to join the club. I was wondering how Regan was going to take it when she got home. Fiona is her buddy. When Regan walked through the door Fiona didn't greet her as she normally does. She was sulking in her crate. She was being a moody Bitch. Well, I guess I can see her point. Anyway, Regan says where is Fiona? I said, "Fiona is embarrassed because she has to wear a diaper." Regan say's "Why?" "Well, Fiona got her period." Regan got wide-eyed and stomped her foot and said. "Oh my god. She got her period before me. Thats not fair!" Oh great, I have another moody bitch to deal with. I said get over it. You want to put off what Fiona got for as long as you can.
You nearly had me in tears with your memories of sweet, old Sully!!! Well, then I got to Fiona's "puffy puss" and nearly lost it. Oh and are you in for it when Regan starts her cycle. They turn into instant bitches - making these moody days look like a joke!! Great post! Get that Bitch fixed!
ReplyDeleteAwww SULLY! He was one of the golden ones! Very sweet post. Good luck with the girls and their periods... LOL.
ReplyDeleteI loved that Sully. He was a cool dude. Max was a lobster this year too!
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