Friday, September 5, 2008

Can I Get Some More Pee For My Cornflakes?



Okay, remember when I was whining about my sucky work week last week? Well, since I was assigned to the Convention Center with our Displaced guest; here it is-day eight and still no day off and the work week went from bad to worst. Don’t get me wrong….working the convention center was cool. Over nine hours long, but I got to know our service men and women very well. Did you know that they volunteer their time in most instances (although they got paid for this particular incident). They are some of the most dedicated people I have ever met, and I was proud to work along side of them.

Still, my work day did not improve. As a matter of fact, the day before last my cousin calls to inform me that he has been accused of sexual assault, in New Hampshire. What the fuck? Yes, this is the cousin with the fat baby, ugly wife and long winded father in-law. “Why are you still cheating?” He said he wasn’t but what do you call it….you just told me you recently had sex with a woman who is accusing you of rape. Damn!

Then, sometime yesterday evening Roscoe pasted away. For those of you who do not know, Roscoe is my dog. When he didn’t come when I called, before going to work last night, I assumed he had just managed to get out the backyard. Since he is so dark and my light is out back there, I couldn’t see him when I looked around. So, I went to work thinking that his dumb ass had gotten out and how I was going to have to yell at him when I found him. After I had gotten to work I got to think, “what if he’s dead.” How bad would I feel if my dog was dead and I was thinking about yelling at him? But surely he wasn’t dead. He was just a little over six years old. That’s not that old for a dog. Anyway, I had to go home to look for some paper work for my lieutenant. I park my squad car in front of the house, half expecting Roscoe to be laying on the front porch, looking all guilty and shit. No. Roscoe. So, I grab my flash light and head around the rear of the house. My back yard is relatively big and I don’t see him immediately. When I do see him, he is laying near the side of the house. I know he is dead, but I yell his name about three times, hoping that he will get up, bat an ear, something; I don’t want my dog to be dead. But he is and there is nothing I could do about it. I have to grab my paper work and head back to work.

I kind of wanted to cry, but I didn’t. I don’t know why. I’m still trying to decipher if I am a bigger punk for wanting to cry or not crying. It doesn't help when you call Animal Control and they want you to not only "sack" your dog, but put him out at the curb. I didn't even want to look at him...not like that, but I supposed I was going to have to "sack" him, but I told the lady that I wasn't able to move him to the curb. Can you image me trying to pick up the corspe of a dog that weighted almost a hundred and fifty pounds when he was alive. Have you even heard of dead weight?
Anyway, I miss my doggie. He was a good dog and a loyal friend. I know I wasn’t always the best owner, but I loved my dog and I hate that he is gone. I miss the way he use to know my car and would run up to the gate in the hopes that I would say “hi”, instead of “shut up”. II miss the way he would want to constantly be around me, to the point of being under foot. I even miss his doggy gas, and Lord knows that crap was potent.

Yeah, can I get some more pee for my cornflakes, please. I can still taste the milk in these.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

33 comments:

Super Dave Van Buren said...

Damn Man, I'm sorry to hear about your dog. I can't believe they wanted you to put him on the sidewalk, that's crazy.

Curious said...

There is something missing here. How does a dog that is 6 years old just die with no apparent reason? And why aren't you taking it to the pet cemetary or digging a hole in the back yard under the cover of darkness like I would so no one can see.

Curious said...

Regardless, it's always sad when you lose a pet. My sympathies for you.

Big O said...

Sorry to hear about your dog.


I was just blogging complaining about my dog....but thats my girl..always happy to see me.

RealHustla said...

Awww, Sweetie, I'm sorry to hear about Roscoe. That's no way to wrap up an already rough week. I hope things turn around for you real soon. Even though it's probably too late, I'm with Curious, the backyard is the place for well loved pets. But then again, he was huge.

mp1 v.8.0 said...

Man, that's crucial. Sorry about the dog, homie. I can't beleive they wanted you to just toss him like that.

Funny ass pic though....I damn near spit this pop on my computer

A.Smith said...

AWWW!!! I'm so sorry about your dog, One Man, but what happened to him.

When it rains, I suppose it really does pour.

KennonP said...

That pic is to much!

KennonP said...

Sorry about the dog man for real

Ieisha said...

What's with the "bag him" approach? Thought the Animal Society was humane and such? That's nuts.

R.I.P. Roscoe

MP said...

I am so sorry to hear about Roscoe.

I would have told them that they were going to have to bag the dog themselves. There is not way that I could have done that. I hope that things turn around for you soon.

One Man’s Opinion said...

I don't do animal funerals. I loved my dog, but the pet cemetary thing is a little much. And I couldn't even bear to see him, let alone bury him in the back yard. Just knowing he was back there would probably have driven me insane. Hell, I was hoping that the Animal folks were just going to come and pick him up and take him away, so i wouldn't have to see him like that. Had no idea they were going to make me have to see, touch, left, smell, experience him like that. It makes me said. I have not even told my family yet...They loved Roscoe and would always ask about him. I'm afraid if I physically speak to someone about him, that actually knew him, that I will just break down and cry.

As for what was wrong with Roscoe, I have no idea. I noticed that he was a little lethargic and was planning on taking him to the vet, just to see....I didn't get a chance to go this week because of the Convention Center and being so drained afterwards, but I had taken off Monday, and was taking him first thing. But that didn't pan out.

I'm seriously said to lose my puppy, yall. He really was a good dog. Didn't bark just for the hell of it, was house broken, was loyal and protective and he loved me, no matter how big of a bastard I was sometimes. He was my living being that I could stand to be around. When people asked me if I lived alone, I would say, "No, it's me and Roscoe." Now it's just me.....

FREEDOM said...

One Man I feel yA. My Rott died in on Mother's Day. I cried and my family was like I know you ain't crying over a dog. He was baby. I was seriously depressed for about a week or so. My uncle talk to me and helped ease the pain. His name was Bullet. Bullet was my baby. He was big Rott too but he lived in the house. He used to always love to come sit under me. It's like he had to touch me which was annoying sometimes but secretly i loved the affection. So do cry. It is healthy to mourn for a loss of animals that we LOVE!

lyre said...

i just want to come sit on the sofa and hold you. I lost my doggie ad had to bag a bury her. I feel your pain.

The Dreamy One said...

i was laughing like crazy at the pic and then i started getting all teary eyed while reading about Roscoe!!

poor baby. I hope that you are okayy sweetsssss!!!

and i am so proud of you for putting up with us Louisians. we can be a handful,lol

im trying to maintain my sanity too. just like you i work in law enforcement behind dispatch and we have been working everyday. i swear that i am about to lose my damn mind. i need a break i really do.

keep your head up sweetie, love you hon!! *smooches*

Torrance Stephens - All-Mi-T said...

LOL
u killling me


title tight to death

and was hoping u was gone bring the dog to my store if ever in the atl dang

JACK said...

Poor roscoe. I'm sorry to hear about it. As for being asked to "sack" him ... I would've waited at the curb with a couple rolls of quarters in a sock. How heartless!

Naapali said...

I am truly sorry for your loss. It takes a man to cry, so please ease your soul.

fuzzy said...

I have a headache and I won't remember to come back and read the post. Sorry, but the pic was cute. It made me laugh and made my head throb at the same time!

Oracle said...

Man, that is pic is crazy. Had me cracking.
Sorry bout your dog
Nice blog you've got

Don said...

Man, listen, I feel you. Sorry to hear about your pet. I had a pit bull in '04 that I did everything for, I mean I really took pride in this puppy-to-dog, even my daughters loved him.

Well, one day I came home and he was dead. I was heartbroken. I felt like something wasn't right so I bought all these bags of ice and poured onto the dog and put him in a plastic bag and took him to the vet. True enough, he had been poisoned, which made it even worse. SO yeah I feel you.

Kin'shar said...

Why the pee pee......LOL

your funny, nice blog

Madam Z said...

You are the most honest man I know. I love the way you are able to talk about your feelings and how you are able to acknowledge your shortcomings. You seem to me to be a good, strong, courageous, principled man, with a great sense of humor to boot.

P.S. It was very courageous of you to post your baby picture on your blog. ;)

The Jaded NYer said...

that's the worst part about being a pet owner- having to say good bye to them...

I lost a dog when I was nine and to this day cannot bring myself to own another!

So sorry for your loss... and you're not a punk for not crying; everyone mourns differently

Ms Smack said...

:( aw.

Thoughts of a Southern gal said...

Sorry to hear about Roscoe. (HUG)

Mizrepresent said...

So sorry to hear about your dog...but that pic is hilarious. My bmf lost his dog yesterday too...he had me meet him out for drinks so we could toast his dog...well we got pretty toasted to say the least, but i feel ya!

blkbutterfly said...

oh, i'm sorry to hear about Roscoe! it's ok to feel like (or actually) crying over the death. once upon a time i had a pet turtle (don't laugh! we couldn't have dogs in our apt. complex) and when she died, it hurt my little heart. so, i can imagine how it must feel to lose a pet that could actually interact with you.

oh, and the pic is hilarious!

Cocoa Rican said...

I can't begin to think of when Busta passes...he's 9 years old already...he's my best buddy and my keeper of secrets. I mean this dog knows ALL my shit. I'm so sorry to hear Roscoe passed. Damn those animal agency folks for being so insensitive at such a critical time. Cry...it'll be good for ya'

The Black Russian said...

Hello My name is rebecca and i came across your blog the title intrigued me I read several your blogs and there great...
I am so sorry about the loss of your dog... The animal people are coldblooded just like here in NYC....Will you take your dog to the vet and find out why he died...??

---Becky aka the Black Russian

RunningMom said...

Sorry to hear the sad news, my pit is 6 and as annoying as she can be I love her to death. As a kid (and even as an adult) I had my mom take care of all of our animals in their last days so that I didn't have to do it or see it.

I don't know what I'll do when she goes but I'm sure I will be a mess. We're all thinking about you and sending our love!

Joey Bahamas said...

Awwwwwwwww your doggie!!!! Things will get better...


JB

Miss Gypsy Eyes said...

I'm sorry that you lost Roscoe, this helped when we had to let Jasmine go.

The Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... "

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