Let’s get a puppy! I said, smiling, while browsing PetFinder.com.
Few days later, after a couple calls, we went to see the remainder – two, of a litter of cute Boxer puppies, at the Lumpkin county Humane society. And one of them was already promised to a different family. So we only got to pick one…
That morning we went home with a puppy, in a cardboard box. He was brown, had a white star on his chest, a black mask, was a load of energy and playfulness, and had one white toe+nail on his back left leg. We named him Loki (the god of mischief).
The first night was sleepless. While force feeding him PediaLite and Pepto Bismol every 1-2 hrs, we feared we might lose him. Next day he was back to normal, and from then on nothing stopped him from raiding the countertops, shredding paper, stealing my kitchen towels to use them as beds… You see, he came home to us in a cardboard box. And after two unsuccessful attempts from us to have him sleep on the bed, and not chew it, and countless times we had to stuff the stuffing back into them, he got cardboard boxes instead of beds. And they were the perfect chewing material.my books


On cold winter nights, at the dining table, he used to get under Paul’s chair and sat there until we finished eating. He warmed our feet when it was cold. He barked to let us know we have guests. He helped us exercise more, while he was chasing joggers, or dogs, or squirrels, and often didn’t respond to the “come” command. He got us worried when running away from home, to play with neighbor dogs, and when venturing in front of running cars, to get to the horses across the street.
He wagged his tail every time he saw us. Was strong willed and shed like it was his job. He made us laugh, he loved us unconditionally. And for that we’re so thankful.
Monday, Nov 7th, 2011, during hunting training, his life was claimed by the venom of a rattlesnake. A month ago we scheduled a visit for him for next weekend…
We could not have asked for a better dog. And we miss him so so much!
Bye, mischievous puppy. You have truly lived up to your name.
A dog has no use for fancy cars… or big homes, or designer clothes. A waterlogged stick will do just fine.
A dog doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb.
Give ‘em your heart, and he’ll give you his.
How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare, and pure, and special? How many people can make you feel… extraordinary? (Marley & Me)






















































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