As soon as I could write, I started putting my feelings on paper. At first, I wrote simply to release the demons that had haunted me my whole life. Later, I wrote to share my own experiences with those, like myself, who may not have grown up in "Brady Bunch" perfect homes. Now I continue to punch a keyboard for both reasons above but, also, because it has become as much a part of my life as eating and sleeping. This is my life ... or some facsimile. Enjoy!
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Bubba is life ... life is Bubba
If I did this correctly( I'm about as computer literate as my husband and he doesn't know a mouse from a port) there should be an image somewhere on this page of the true love of my life (sorry, hubby) but, it's true. I mean, really, look at that "punim". And, before I sound like one of those crazy pet people that treat their animals better than people, I should explain, I am one of those crazy pet people who think animals deserve so much more. Bubba (see picture for explanation of name) doesn't really complain, doesn't bitch when the food's not to his liking, doesn't whine when he wants something, and, certainly, doesn't wander off to be with his girlfriend and get high. No. all he wants is some food, some water, a walk now and then and some attention if it's not to much trouble. In return, he will give you big sloppy kisses, a small amount of room on your own bed, lovely aromas throughout the day and the only kind of love that truly matters ... unconditional. But, before people leave in a huff saying "he's just a F*&(&^% dog" I will agree to some of their points. Bubba is a 130lb French Mastiff. If anyone's ever seen the movie "Turner and Hooch" with Tom Hanks, well, suffice it to say, they were pretty on the money when showing some of his more glamorous habits. He drools all over ... everything. He's a big bully when he really wants something(and, usually, that's anything smaller than himself ... including children) and he has, something, of a gas problem. Before, I demanded him from my husband as a Christmas gift a few years ago, we traveled alot and had friends and family come over at will. Now, we can't go anywhere because nobody else could watch him and family and friends tend to be a little intimidated by him (and I don't really blame them) so visitors are also an "iffy" thing. Those are some major sacrifices for a large eating and shitting machine and, I hate to admit it, there are times when my patience is tested and I question my decisions. But, than I look at him sleeping or he comes over when I'm sad and licks me or he just does something so damn cute I just have to smile and I know it's all worth it. Every second. Many of you will not understand ... I understand ... but for those of you crazy pet people, like myself, who have felt the unconditional love of a pet, enjoy yours, as I do mine and don't take a minute for granted. They're not around as long as we wish and we wish they were around forever. So you see, Bubba is life ... life is Bubba.
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4 comments:
I love your dog! I hope to have a mastiff someday, but due to space constraints I have a pug.
I have had dogs all my life, one I divorced. Just kidding. Some years ago I came to the conclusion that I should have raised dogs instead of kids (and dogs). After all, dogs are always happy to see you, never want money or want to borrow the car. They just love you!
I'm glad you all like Bubba. Thank you, from the both of us, for the compliments. He is gorgeous, though. And, definately, without a doubt, he is much easier than children. I hope to show more pictures of him for those that are interested, that is, if he lets me. He's, terribly, camera shy.
Yo, Bubba. Nice pic.
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