Monday, March 13, 2006

Bugsy

Twelve-and-a-half years ago when I was a volunteer at the local animal shelter, two mama dogs came in with a litter of 15 puppies. They arrived together, and it was impossible to tell which pup belonged to which bitch who appeared to possibly have been littermates themselves. Puppies go fast in shelters, everyone wants one (sadly, the older dogs - who are trained and have manners - are often passed by in favor of puppies), but one lone pup remained after 14 of the 15 were adopted. So I called my sister's roommate at the time and asked him if he minded if I gave her a puppy for her birthday that year. So I adopted this guy, put a big red bow around his neck, and took him over to my parents' house where we were having my sister's birthday dinner. Because my hands were full, I rang the doorbell at the house, and I distinctly remember my father opening the door and looking down at Bugsy in my arms, a big smile spreading across his face, making him look like the young boy he once was.

Fast-forward 12.5 years. Bugsy will be 13 this May, and here he is looking every bit the distinguished gentleman he is, photographed just last night at my sister's house. He loves this chair and blanket, the infamous "Mickey blanket." It depicts Mickey Mouse and is made of soft fleece. It's Bugs' favorite.

Bugsy shares my sister's attention with two cats, but his favorite thing is to come over to my house with her to hang out. That way, he has her full attention (my cats don't count to Bugsy because he recognizes that they are my domain, not his mama's). I also have more space, and he loves to stretch out on my sofas. Actually, his favorite thing to do is to jump on my black velvet chaise, the one thing he is not allowed on. But he quietly climbs up on it every time he's over and stays on it until he gets caught.

10 Comments:

At Monday, March 13, 2006 10:02:00 PM, Blogger GetFlix said...

Ahhhh, he's a good fellow. My boy is getting up there. He's pushing 9 or 10. (I am so bad with dates!) I found an old picture of him today, and I felt like I was in a time machine.

 
At Tuesday, March 14, 2006 1:42:00 AM, Blogger ffleur said...

oh what a cute face. And a great story.

My dog, while growing up, was a 2-year old from the SPCA. She was housetrained and a wonderful dog. So patient with us kids. My sisters and I would dress her in doll clothes and push her around in a toy baby buggy. We would put her over our shoulder and burp her. She was our play doll. She was so good.

 
At Tuesday, March 14, 2006 3:39:00 PM, Blogger Mike V. said...

I love Bugsy!

Bless you for taking care of animals.

 
At Tuesday, March 14, 2006 6:47:00 PM, Blogger Ryan said...

When I'm rich, and I have a huge house with a huge amount of land, I'm going to get myself an Irish Wolfhound. I shall wrestle with him, and he will probably win.

It'll be glorious!

 
At Wednesday, March 15, 2006 12:14:00 PM, Blogger brent said...

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At Wednesday, March 15, 2006 12:19:00 PM, Blogger brent said...

LA - What a nice story and description of Bugsy's personality.
On somewhat the same subject, I just read this review of a TV program that's on here tonight and it made me laugh (not something that happens often with TV show reviews, right?). I thought you might get a kick out of it as well.

Documentary
"Fat Pets"
9:00pm - 10:00pm
Channel 4

"What Beau wants, Beau gets," says Andrea from Bolton defensively - Beau being Beaudelle Princess, a rottweiler who weighs 92kg. That's 14 and a half stone in old money. That's a dog heavier than most people. Andrea feeds Beau several bags of fresh meat from the butcher's each week, including ox hearts, slow cooked specially for her. "She's our world... She takes the place of a child," Andrea confesses. It's one of several tragicomic stories in this eye-opening one-off. Ostensibly, it's a portrait of the animals, but the programme can't help looking askance at the misguided owners who risk killing their pets with love. The trouble is, however subtly contemptuous the programme may be, there is something shamefully, irreducibly fun in gawping at very, very fat animals.

RT reviewer: David Butcher


Surely, now, this counts as another point in favor of moving to merry old England, no?

 
At Wednesday, March 15, 2006 8:05:00 PM, Blogger NaughtyVoyeur said...

What a sweet doggie :) No way I could ever work at a shelter. I get sad just driving by them! My husband and I have adopted a few adult dogs from shelters, I love the older smarter ones that just want to hang out. My son adopted Rocky, and he was a puppy. I want to string him up!! And I just might :)

 
At Wednesday, March 15, 2006 10:39:00 PM, Blogger jane_austen said...

Wow, he is a beautiful boy LA.....His eyes say so much. :)

 
At Thursday, March 16, 2006 8:40:00 PM, Blogger LA said...

Everyone - thanks for all the kind words about Bugs. He's a good boy, and I guarantee he'd love to meet all of you!

b - That story is ridiculous! That dog weighs 200 pounds! Between fat Rotties and one of my favorite authors living there (David Lodge), I'm packing my bags! Will you fix me tea?

 
At Thursday, March 16, 2006 8:42:00 PM, Blogger LA said...

p.s.

ffleur - your childhood dog sounds so sweet.

NV - I love the name Rocky!

 

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