I truly miss my dog, Roscoe. I try not to think about it but the reality is that not a day goes by that I don’t think of that damn dog. It’s virtually impossible not to think about him, because he was apart of my everyday life. Anytime I walked into the living area he sensed my presenses and was at the back door. He knew the sound of my engine, with both the Avalanche and the Nissan, and would already be running at the gate as I drove up the alley. He was always happy to see me.
Roscoe was a smart ass dog too. Did you know that I managed to house break him in three days. Seriously, three days. He was the first dog that I ever took time out to teach to sit, stay, walk by my side, come when I actually called. I’m a bit of an Oscar Mattison so it was easier to teach him not to fuck with my shit then it was to teach me to pick up after myself. He didn’t even tear up the trash. I could leave him in the house, when a full trash can and he would not touch it. Even if I left something tempting in it.
I hate the fact that I was not there for him during the moment that he needed me the most. I hate the fact that he died alone. I loved my puppy.
Every now and again I feel like I should get a new dog, but I’m not sure that I’m ready. If I did get another one I would want to get another Rottweiler. I even have the name set aside for him. No, it’s not Obama. I don’t need people wondering if my dog is Muslim and it preventing him from running for president of the National Kennel Club. Nope, I’d name my new dog Othello. How cool is that? But, no, I can’t replace Roscoe and I don’t think I’m ready to let another dog into my heart.
Plus, I am still contemplating paying off this damn house in two years. I was going to do it this year, but since I have a lot of things planned for next year, if God says the same. For example, Manny turns four in June and I want to start our tradition of an annual trek to Disney Land. Plus, since I took the older syblims to New York two years ago for their birthdays. Next year I want to take the twins. We would have done it this year, but Duce didn’t have a job and he needs to be able to pay for his own shit while out there. So, I’m going to wait until January 2010 to pay this bad boy off. Wish me luck. Maybe by then I’ll be ready to bring a new puppy into my life.
For now, I am truly alone.
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.
10 comments:
i didnt even think i'd make it a year with my dog, you remember the stories, lol .
But she has taught me about being more responsible. Cant just stay out all day not checkin in on her.
Your post about your dog definitely helpd me work thru the many hats gone and trash i cleaned up from her wild fits.
Thanks blog homie.
Awww, One Man. Losing a pet is such a difficult thing. You'll know when the time is right to get yourself another kanine. And you're never alone - you've got your awesome family to keep you in funny stories for life!
Awwwwww!!!
Awww... We just got a dog today... I am sorry for the loss handsome...
Poor thing, you need a new doggie!
Wait till spring, then go find you a new buddy.
Othello though? Really?
I like "Otis"
:)
Oh, Otis. I like that.
poor you
i know the feel
my dog died at the vets, and the guilt was there cos i'd just come home the night before, and my mom had suggested that i go the next day to the vet and bring him home (cos the vet was going on holiday). but i didn't, and a few hours later, we got the call to come pick him up cos he was dead.
it's sad when anyone has to die alone........
it's crazy how much animals can mean to us. Go ahead and get another puppy, I'm sure they would rather live with you than sit in a store or kennel
Before you go naming your dog Otis, ask Big O what his 'O' stands for. Lol.
Stick with Othello. I like that.
awwww.....I know how you feel. I lost my cat a few years ago. It was heartbreaking. I still don't want another one. Maybe one day. But not yet...
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