WELL, MY DOG DIED JUST THE OTHER DAY AND LEFT ME ALL ALONE . . . from DOWN TO SEEDS AND STEMS AGAIN BY COMMANDER CODY AND THE LOST PLANET AIRMEN
Sad news to share, wrestling fans, we had to put BamBam down the last week of July. He was our family pooch for the last 8 years. That’s right, now Bam is probably barking his head off at the Great Spirit in the sky. Better watch your step around Bam, God, because he’s got unresolved issues. His motto has been, bite first, ask questions later.
Bam nipped a lot of hands in the 8 years we knew him, especially those that affectionately tried reaching down to pet him. Sometimes it resulted in broken skin by his little Chihuahua teeth, or he simply scared the bejesus out of clueless personal space trespassers. Those who became entranced by his haute charms and cute puppy face, would toss all the precautions aside and still attempt to pet him. Often at their own peril.
Bam nipped a lot of hands in the 8 years we knew him, especially those that affectionately tried reaching down to pet him. Sometimes it resulted in broken skin by his little Chihuahua teeth, or he simply scared the bejesus out of clueless personal space trespassers. Those who became entranced by his haute charms and cute puppy face, would toss all the precautions aside and still attempt to pet him. Often at their own peril.
Without any warning his little body would rear up on his hind legs, short fur sticking out like a Norwegian Ridgeback, baring his little teeth to snarl and finally snap. Then he began to bark out the bloody murder. That was the Chihuahua in him; his majestic black and white coat and brown face he got from the fox terrier side of his family.
But we forgave him his sins, though on one occasion he snapped at a young girl in front of Matthews Elementary who was able to pull her hand back just in nick of time. That incident frightened her terribly, and Bam became the talk of the school. The school banned all dogs from coming on campus after that. It was known to us as the Bam Rule.
He was at his orneriest around dogs bigger than himself . Rottweilers, Dobermans, pit bulls, and Great Danes (even the gentle Golden Retriever), he had it in for them all. But Bam had good reason, though.
But we forgave him his sins, though on one occasion he snapped at a young girl in front of Matthews Elementary who was able to pull her hand back just in nick of time. That incident frightened her terribly, and Bam became the talk of the school. The school banned all dogs from coming on campus after that. It was known to us as the Bam Rule.
He was at his orneriest around dogs bigger than himself . Rottweilers, Dobermans, pit bulls, and Great Danes (even the gentle Golden Retriever), he had it in for them all. But Bam had good reason, though.
One morning, about 2 years ago, Bam encountered the neighborhood Rottweiler. I swear, the dog had been waiting for him in ambush. Once he turned the doorway corner, Bam came face to face with the Rot. Next thing I know he's got Bam's head in his mouth and is shaking him all around. Feisty as ever, he appeared to bounce back, but he was never the same after that.
If you have ever had to put a pet down, then you can relate. You are always asking yourself, Is there anything more I could’ve done for him? During his last 2 years, he had much trouble walking because his hips were shot; he was deaf since last year; sleeping later and later in the mornings. He just looked plum miserable. The thing he lived for were his Pup-Peroni treats.
We called the vet on Wednesday and arranged to have Bam put down two days later. That Friday was such a sad day. The only levity was when he snapped at the vet’s assistant after we warned him to be careful.
Bam kept me in line these past 3 years. Chris and I walked him 4 times daily. Not a day's gone by that I don't think of his feisty little ass.
If you have ever had to put a pet down, then you can relate. You are always asking yourself, Is there anything more I could’ve done for him? During his last 2 years, he had much trouble walking because his hips were shot; he was deaf since last year; sleeping later and later in the mornings. He just looked plum miserable. The thing he lived for were his Pup-Peroni treats.
We called the vet on Wednesday and arranged to have Bam put down two days later. That Friday was such a sad day. The only levity was when he snapped at the vet’s assistant after we warned him to be careful.
Bam kept me in line these past 3 years. Chris and I walked him 4 times daily. Not a day's gone by that I don't think of his feisty little ass.
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