I was looking out at the dark road from our charcoal grey 94' Honda Prelude and finally ask my step-dad: Where are we going?
"Palmdale"
Just like any other 8 year old...actually just like any person I asked why. He laughs and says,
"Look you can't tell your mom - it's a surprise. I brought you with me so you can help me choose."
Suprisingly, all I said was okay. We park in front of a nice house in a neighborhood where all the houses look the same - completely different from where we reside. Once my dad rings the doorbell we're greeted by a very nice family and in the background I can hear the chorus of barks that instantly tell me that we're here to get a dog... We're here to get a dog! We walk through the the house into the family room and I look at what looks like a huge baby play pin with a little door - the husband walks over and unlocks it and with wide eyes I just stared at the puppies running at me as fast as their short stubby legs would let them.
Daschunds.
Six brown and one black.
When I notice that there's only one black weiner I ask if there was only one black - they say yes and also mention that he's the only boy. His name is Brutus.
I sat on the floor and Brutus came hopping over to me and licked my face until he noticed a bug creeping beside me. The husband noticed and told us that he's an excellent hunter - he apparently caught one of their indoor birds and left them a present. I already knew he was the one. He kept looking back to see if I was still there while he "hunted" that bug. We took a look at Brutus' family tree, his parents, and grandparents and that convinced my dad that this is the family we need to purchase our puppy from. My dad ask me which I liked the most and I said the boy and he agreed. We couldn't take him home yet and my dad mentioned in the car that, that's perfect since he's supposed to be a Valentines day present for my mom. I was so excited...the entire drive home (which is about 40 + minutes) I would not shut up about Brutus. It really sucked when we got home because I couldn't tell my mom nor brother where we were. I'm horrible at keeping secrets. But I kept my promise and didn't tell anybody about our doggie.
February 14th come's and we have a black Daschund running at us with over sized ears, short stubby paws, and a big red bow that could probably fit big on a Great Dane.
The honors in naming him was given to my big brother and I.
We named him Slinky. This was not long after Toy Story was first released on VHS and needless to say we watched that movie religiously so it was only fitting that we named him Slinky.
I hadn't really been exposed to animals so it was just a crazy experience from the very start. I mean how can such a little "innocent" looking puppy completely chew up two leather couches while we were at Disneyland?
Or that time he shocked himself. Yes, he bit the cord to a lamp in my mother's bedroom while we were at school and my mother was in the living room. She tell's us that the TV and everything else turned off and turned back on - she heard a squel come from her room and see's poop on the wall and the cord to her lamp chewed up. She looks under the bed and see's Slinky hiding...She has to lure him out from under the bed with ham and basically carries him the rest of the day because she thought he needed to be cared for after that. He didn't go near that wall where the lamp was for many many years...seriously.
(those are the couches we had to get after he destroyed the leather ones)
Then probably closer to his 2nd birthday he was hit by a car. We're not sure how or what really happend but all I remember was my older brother busting through our door crying and had some blood on his face. Apparently Slinky tried to run toward another dog and the tire must have slightly hit his paw because it didn't seem severely hurt but he was in shock and my dad rushed him over to a vet (he had some drive too because it was night and not too many were open). We were all a mess Slinky was part of our family and we couldn't imagine our family without him. Slinky stayed in the hospital for two days and while we would visit him he looked tired with no energy but there was no denying the happiness exuding from him when we stepped in the room. Then my dad couldn't afford to keep him there any longer the they told my mom what she needed to do while he was home.
He came home wearing a bright green cast over his right leg - and he seemed like he was doing well. Then after I think it was a week his started trying to chew through his cast and we took him back to the vet. It was then we found out his leg had to be amputated or put to sleep. We yelled at our dad for even considering putting him to sleep. He was just worried that Slinky would be unhappy or suffering and the vet assured us that dogs don't even know when a limb.
$3,000.00 later Slinky was ready to come home. We didn't know what to expect when we showed up to pick him up and he was actually running towards us it was the best thing I've ever seen. It was almost as if he didn't go through all of this and was just ready to come home.
He recovered perfectly and we had our playful loyal puppy back.
Soon after we got him a friend - Lulu.
Lulu looks like a toy in this picture.
Another Daschund who had more personality than any person I've ever met. We saw her at a pet shop and asked to see her. When she was brought to us in the little room she started attacking our feet and barking at us like a mad woman. The sales person was looking at us like "Shit...." We were all on the benches protecting ourselves from this demon when my mom and dad say:
"We'll take her."
I was like what the hell? Okay...she's cute but to this day we don't know what made us get her but it was never a regret. She drove Slinky nutts. She actually drove us all nutts. For awhile she would attack me whenever I sat on the couch (I have a scar on my left arm) but she warmed up to me and became our little diva. If we were all in the living room while she was sleeping on the couch and we were talking loudly or goofing around she'd make noises that sounded like she wanted us to shut the hell up. She'd open up one eye, make the noise, and if we didn't quite down she'd exhale deeply and dramatically and stalk off to sleep elsewhere. I'm not kidding you. She gained some weight after she was fixed making her head look smaller but was still beautiful with her one blue eye.
My two brother's and Lulu.
Taking it wayyyy back - a family picture when my grandpa was visiting from New York.
Then Lulu had a slipped disc in her spine and lost feeling from the waist down. We didn't know about the symptoms and we probably could have saved her if we knew sooner and we were forced to put her to sleep. One of the worst day's of our lives - we were so attached and so not ready to let her go. She was only about 2 and a half year's old. It was real tough. Especially, since we feel like we're to blame.
Then about 2 month's later we got Slinky another companion. We would never forget Lulu and we wanted Slinky to have somebody else to drive him crazy so along came Oscar Meyer Weiner.
So happy that now he has another little demon chasing after him.
Oscar has been the goofiest thus far. This is him asleep - only thing that's stopping him from falling straight to the back of the bed is this pole.
Slinky was the pickiest. i.e. He would not eat french fries without ketchup. And it wasn't like he would lick the ketchup off first or anything no - he would smell the fry and if it didn't have ketchup he'd turn his face. We'd put ketchup and he'd eat it whole. Lulu would eat savagely. She once stole a bunch of chicken from the table while I was getting something to drink, ran under my bed and ate it. She was too fast for me.
Slinky was the most loving. He could give you kisses for days - never get tired. He once licked my face for 6 minutes straight. He could have been asleep and if he heard someone say "kisses" he would wake up - wagging his tail and lick the first person in sight.
Your probably wondering why am I writing all of this. Slinky passed away late last Tuesday night. He was 12 year's old he would have turned 13 this December. I got the news Wednesday morning right when I sat at my desk at work. I couldn't believe it. I had to leave work and go to my parent's house to believe it. He passed away in his bed after he was given hugs and kisses. He had a long and happy life. He had various surgeries after his leg was amputated. He was fixed and had a few tumors throughout the years, none were cancerous but for some reason he'd get them. But he was a fighter. Always came back strong and happy. He was the best dog any body could have ever asked for. No dog can ever take his place and he will always be remembered. He was always there for me and I just wish I could have been there for him last Tuesday. I had no idea and I'm sorry Slinky. I love you.
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