RIP Little Guy
Ok, this is just one of those personal blogs I'm writing to/for myself. Eariler today, mom called me up crying. She had some 'terrible' news to tell me and warned me that perhaps I should wait until after work. Can't really code when your mom's freaking out so I said - “no just tell me“. I guess sometime yesterday mom took Bushwick (the cute little black dog) and Moose, the cute Pyrenesse monster who didn't fit in the lens, for a walk. They spend most of their time at their other house, on a private, albeit seemingly cursed island near Charleston SC. Some guy on his motorcycle - someone who wasn't even supposed to be there... crushed my dog right in front of my mom. She appropriated him about 2 years ago after her new Puppy decided that Bushwick (named after Geto Boys Rapper Bushwick Bill because he's small, Black and has a lot of Gold) was fun to hang out with. That big blob of white fur on the left was Moose, when he was 4 months old. Bushwich was 1 when this picture was taken. I don't know what's worse, hearing your mom crying or losing your dog - but I do know that if the little f**** was here right now, he'd be humping my leg, or licking his n^tz. And they are going to the animal shelter tomorrow to find another needy soul. That makes 5 dogs in 3 years we lost - but at least the Rottweilers were old and lazy. It's one of those things where the law isn't fair.
Incidentally, this is the second time in 7 weeks that a non-resident 'tourist' on a motorcycle, has been speeding and killed a dog within 200 feet of my parent's new 'home'.
So the initial reaction is to want to take a baseball bat to that son of a bitches head- but he didn't mean to do it. Well, rest assured that another puppy is on the way. Walter (my step dad) already called me and he's taking mom to get a a few puppies tomorrow. And although neither Bushwick or mom would approve, the first trick I'm going to teach them is how to open Oil cans and pour them all over the corner next to the house. That Mobile 1 is supposed to really do a number on friction. Unfortunately dogs dont' have opposing thumbs so I can't teach them how to hang Fishing Line and hooks like the thugs did back in Miami in the everglades. Enough...
RIP Bushy.
