Another senseless accident at the dog park. I hate when this happens.
Today is the four year anniversary of losing our beloved boy, Bo. He was with us over 16 years, and lots of crazy adventures took place over that time.
In 2009 he had a book nationally published, Bad To The Bone: Memoir Of A Rebel Doggy Blogger (Kensington Books/ Citadel), which chronicles our life. In tribute to my boy I am sharing with you one of my favorite stories. His book is the first book written through the dog’s eyes ever nationally (not self, not that there’s anything wrong with that) published in non-fiction. Not bad for a writer in a fur suit.
Bo…always loved, always missed. always remembered.
I lay alone in the corner of the living room, exhausted from the flurry of activity I had just been through. My gray face and creaky body hadn’t been that energetic in years. I was worn out, and covered in blood.
It wasn’t long before I dozed off. Flashes of odd things popped in and out of my dream. There was blood and garbage, cat food and human food, and kitty litter.
Like most dreams, it didn’t make sense.
When I awoke, I was in an interrogation room. A bright light pierced my eyes, though I could still make out a shadowy figure pacing in the background. The temperature in the room was hot, Africa hot. My mouth was bone dry, but my requests for a bowl of water were repeatedly ignored, and no matter how much I begged, there were no treats forthcoming.
“Bo, come on now. Just get it off your chest and you’ll feel a lot better,” said the shadow. “You have no alibi, witnesses have stated they saw you around the scene of the crime, plus you had every motive to commit this offense.”
“Shouldn’t I have a lawyer here?” I asked.Read more »
How do you know if your dog has been sexting? Pictures like this on their ipaw.