RIP

12/04-7/2/10

Bruiser, Phat Boy, Bruiseman, B Dog



Reach for the sky mister. Reach for the sky.

We love you and miss you.

Mama and Sir Licks A Lot miss you tremendously.

Don't know what happened. Don't know what caused it. Don't know why I couldn't save you. Wish I could have. I will forever remember the look of fear in your eyes. I will never forget the 1 minute I tried to save your life only to have you take your last breath. I was at such a loss. I still can't believe it. We love you so much. We miss you.

Thank you for being a fantastic buddy. Thank you for loving us. Thank you for making us laugh. Thank you for protecting us. Thank you for being a good, kind, loving, caring friend. You will never be forgotten. I wish I could have done more. I wish there was a way.

I hope you have endless treats in Heaven. I hope you have numerous friends. Remember to be nice. Remember we love you.

Storm....

Droopy

Storms a coming. Buddy's been crazy the last couple of days. The wind has not made him a happy camper. Now my leg is a twitching. Storm must be coming. I don't like storms. Buddy gets in a tizzy and I get all hyped up and H1 starts a hollarin' at us to settle down. Which doesn't work.

Why does H1 think I'm going to listen when Buddy is in a tizzy. Doesn't she know Buddy runs the show. She's only our pet... errr... I mean human. Buddy is in charge of us canine. He barks we listen, he snaps we surrender, he stirs, we jump, he flies into a tizzy, I fly into a tizzy. No one else does though. Just Buddy and I.

I look up to Buddy. Well that's not really hard. Buddy does tower over me. I used to be the shortest dog on the farm that is until Ralph the Mouth joined us. I was also the lowest in the pecking order until Ralph the Mouth. It's funny that everyone thinks I'm part of the pecking order around this place. Don't they know I march to the beat of my own drum. Except when Buddy's leading or talking.

I get away with a lot around here. I've got the corner marketed on easy street. All you have to do is snuggle up to H2 and H1 lets everything slide... I mean it too... easy street. Just don't let my friends catch on as to how I do it!

Wind...

Buddy

There's a storm a brewing. I can smell it in the air. The wind is blowing. Hard, not softly. It's a hot wind. I don't mind the wind too much. I can live without the heat and the freezing storms, but I don't mind a subtle wind. Not the winds coming in off of a hurricane. Storms a coming. Best baton down the hatches. I got to get this group in line. They run around here crazily when a storm is coming. They act like it is no big deal. They never pay attention to me and I am always left trembling. I don't like storms. I don't like loud noises. Makes me too nervous. I'm an ol' fellow now, life is suppose to be easy. Storms aren't easy.

It's hot....

Phat Boy

Wow, temps over 100. Buddy doesn't like this heat. He says his joints feel better in cooler temps even though they make it more difficult to move around. Big Guy wishes he was white instead of black. It's hot. It's going to get hotter.

Fortunately, we all have fresh running water anytime we want it. H1 makes sure of that. We spend a lot of time lounging around on hot days. H1 says it's just plain too hot to do anything! I think we all agree. I personally prefer cooler weather. As a light colored dog I tend to get sunburnt pretty easily. H1 has to put sunblock on me sometimes.

What's hard is that I'm not really a cool weather dog either. I have really short hair. So spring and autumn weather is my friend. My mama is the same way. Well I think we all are the same way.