Today I am reminded of the story of how I thought my best friend broke my former couch. This thing was ugly as sin (orange and brown 1960s) and more durable than a battleship. We were watching TV when I heard this incredible CRACK!
It sounded like some serious wood had snapped. I waved my hand. "Don't worry about it. I got it for free anyway."
She looked over at me. "What are you talking about? I just farted."
"Oh."
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Bark Park
On Valentine's Day, we took Dakota to a big bark park. That day would have been my Cocoa's 18th birthday. We met another red dachsund named Cocoa, who was young and very friendly. In the end, it made me feel better, but I still miss my Cocoa. Hell, I was seven years old when that dog was born.
I still miss you, dog!
I still miss you, dog!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Cocoa
My other dog finally passed on to the next world.
Short haired red dachshund
Born: Feb 14, 1991. Died: Saturday, Dec 20, 2008.
· The way we used to play at the top of the stairs
· He always loved sticking his nose out the window of a moving car
· Loved riding in the canoe at Lake Shawnee, even afraid he’d jump out
· How he thought he killed a opossum with a bark (when it was just playing possum)
· How he loved Mike’s bean bag chairs, and when we took him off of one, how he walked across the room to the other immediately
· The time he fell off the dock at the lake when he came to investigate what had happened to me when I fell off, and I had to jump in after him because he couldn’t swim
· How he used to wake me up for grade and high school by jumping on the bed and actually burrowing under my neck and stealing the pillow
· Damn stubborn dog, always had to do things his way
· How he used to wag his tail so hard his entire body would shake he was so excited to see people or play
· He used to chase prairie dogs – never able to catch one; but every time one stuck its head up, he’d give chase
Born: Feb 14, 1991. Died: Saturday, Dec 20, 2008.
· The way we used to play at the top of the stairs
· He always loved sticking his nose out the window of a moving car
· Loved riding in the canoe at Lake Shawnee, even afraid he’d jump out
· How he thought he killed a opossum with a bark (when it was just playing possum)
· How he loved Mike’s bean bag chairs, and when we took him off of one, how he walked across the room to the other immediately
· The time he fell off the dock at the lake when he came to investigate what had happened to me when I fell off, and I had to jump in after him because he couldn’t swim
· How he used to wake me up for grade and high school by jumping on the bed and actually burrowing under my neck and stealing the pillow
· Damn stubborn dog, always had to do things his way
· How he used to wag his tail so hard his entire body would shake he was so excited to see people or play
· He used to chase prairie dogs – never able to catch one; but every time one stuck its head up, he’d give chase
You will always be loved.
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