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A sad event has occured today, at about one o'clock, AM, my dog Rusty died.
We assume, it's of old age, we don't know how old he really is, because about three years ago he followed me home from school; I think I shall start there.
I was in 7th grade, and riding my bike home from school, alone no less, Meagan, my beloved sister, wasn't there, I don't know why, so let's give 'er the flu. Anyway, so I'm cruisin' down Arrowhead, and as I turn onto Ivanhoe, there's a dog (if you can't figure out who that dog is, I won't spoil it for you).
This dog was as friendly as he was big, so trust me, he was a friendly dog, and walked right up to me! Now I'm aware that the wise thing to have done would be to run the hell away from the strange dog comin' t'wards me, however, he was wagging his effin' tail! I mean, somehow, it's really hard to fear a dog who's walking (not running) up to you wagging it's tail!
So I'm sitting there in the middle of the street petting a strange dog, (it sounds a lot more stupid than it was) for a few minutes, when I finally decide; "Sorry babe, I gotta get home. I've got alot of homework to do!"
(OK, FINE! So I wasn't really worried about my homework getting done! But I did decide to be on my way.) So I hop on my bike, and start to pedal up Ivanhoe. As I'm doing this, the strange and friendly dog decides it might be nice to commute that way as well.
As I was going home, I swear, everyone who lived on Ivanhoe was out for one reason or another, and they each felt the need to stop me, and pet my dog. ("He's not my dog... sweatdrop He's just sorta followin' me.." wink
I could continue on the ride down the street, but it's just tedious, so I'll move on.
Home sweet home! (Thank God! I've had a VERY long day!)
"Ok, Doggy, I'll just let you stay out here on the patio, where you can't get inside or to the other dogs, nor can the other dogs get to you" (barking in the background)
"Hey Meagan! Guess what!"
"What?" (Doesn't she sound all groggy? Must be from the flu we gave 'er...)
"A dog followed me home!"
"Really?!?!" (Well aren't you soundin' better...? stare )
(No I'm lying, I just wanted to see if you were sick enough to not care... ^^)
"Yes, he's in the Arizona Room." ("He?" Why do we always assume dogs are male?)
So Meagan checks the Arizona Room, and there it was, a big blonde dog! We do a short examination of it. The results: a collar! Good now the trouble-some beast can go home! (NUUUU!!!!! crying crying crying )
"We have to call Mom..." (God, you do heal fast don't you Meagan?)
Now you should really take in this part because it's really rare that it happens.
Meagan calls mom ( eek ) and tells her about the dog, and the collar it had, which had the name "Rusty" and a phone number on it, as well as a melted metal ("melted metal?" gonk ) rabies vaccination tag.
I'm sure I don't need to tell you the Mama-san wasn't quite excited about this development as Meagan and I were, especially when she came home and saw it wasn't a small dog that had followed me home.
That's really the whole story. We did post fliers around the neighborhood, and at the pound after we called the phone number on the collar and it had been disconnected, but no one claimed him. I honestly can't see why; he was a wonderful dog, and more loyal than any other creature I've ever seen! He was like Gandhi! He could handle any torture, and wouldn't even moan. Just look at you with eyes that clearly said, "please help me."
And there's the story of how Rust became part of the family.
 Immature Subject Matter · Mon Jan 10, 2005 @ 01:01pm · 1 Comments |
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