Blonde But Not Forgotten

One of the family dogs, LG, passed on last week. He had to be put down because they'd found a tumour and couldn't fix it. He was a sweet little guy; dumb as a post, rarely came to his own name because I don't think he ever realised that he had one. But he was so adorable.

Last I saw him, which was...I think August, he was perfectly fine. While, as fine as he could be I guess; he wasn't exactly the most active dog; he'd rather lay on his back spreadeagled and snore through most of the day. He only really got active when there was another dog that he could try to screw. Yeah, that was our LG.

We got him when I was 18 - on my birthday, actually, though not as a gift. He was a 2 year-old stray that had been found by one of my dad's co-workers, and apparently my dad and stepmom were looking for a second dog (I think I'd heard them musing about it, I can't remember). No, I got a Terry Goodkind novel instead. That was also the first time I forgot it was my birthday, but that's another story for another day.

Obviously, he was pretty lean when we got him, and our other dog, Buster, was anything but. So, we got to work on attempting to spoil LG, only to find out that he was a picky eater. No wonder he was skin and bones Buster was picky, too; LG, though, would only eat certain things -dogfood, meat and dog cookies. Buster would only chips with dip on them They did have one thing in common, though, which was a love for watermelon; Buster taught LG to eat it down to the rind.

LG's favourite pasttimes involved digging up my stepmom's garden...lawn...oh, and under the porch. And then eating the dirt. Unfortunately, he had to have a lot of teeth pulled because of this past time. As I said, dumb as a post.

Heh, he'd usually only even come if you called him by something else...he seemed to like being called "f*ckstick". But for all his faults, he was the sweetest, most docile animal you could ever meet. He wasn't a neurotic mess, he loved to cuddle and he loved to goofy - one of his more amusing habits was mooching for food he didn't even like.

I'll miss ya Little Guy.