RIP, Mr. Shark

Name: Nails

Purchased by: Dad, sometime around 1998

Story: This one is bittersweet, which is why I'm ending the week on it. When Dad was in high school, his family got a Scottish Terrier they named Joseph Angus Tumnus Macduff (or, Joe, for short). He was a huge part of the family during several very crucial times, acting as solace and comfort first to Dad's little brother as Dad went off to college, then to the whole family as financial troubles forced them to move (as it turned out, into a money pit), and finally to Dad's mom as she and my human Grandpa divorced and she moved away to North Carolina (Asheville, as it turns out, which is also where Norman and his woman live). Anyway, Nails was Joe's favorite toy. In February of 2007, Joe went unexpectedly over the Rainbow Bridge. To this day, even after a kind of doggie autopsy, no one knows why he died (this is why Dad freaks out so much when Snoufer and I get sick). When all of Joe's stuff was being sifted through, Dad especially requested this toy be inherited by Big Brother (I wasn't around at the time).

Cause of death: I suppose he is technically dead. But he's been repaired so many times over the years, he's kinda like The 6 Million Dollar Man. Or Frankenstein.

Time of death: He'll never die. But he sure is fun to play with!

Favorite memory: The best part about Nails is that his tail and head whip around and whap me when I shake him. Which, I can only conclude, means he's trying to tell me he's boss and doesn't appreciate being torn fin from fin. So I do it again. And he whaps me again. So I do it again... I don't know what Joe's favorite memory of Nails is, but when I go over the Rainbow Bridge someday (Oh Dad, stop the leaking. Sheesh.), I'm sure we'll have lots to talk about.




Sorry. No digital camera = no pictures of Joe, at least until Dad can find one stashed away at either of his parents' houses, find a scanner, figure out how to upload the photo... well, you get the picture. Or, you don't. That's kinda the problem, isn't it? I give up.

RIP, Mr. Hedgehog

Name: Various. Usually, they all fall under the general category of "Hedgie."

Purchased by: Various. This has been an obsession of mine since I was born, as some of these pictures show.

Story: Big Brother is a terrier, so he loves to catch and chew up rodents. So, he's always had a Hedgie around the house, even if they only last a few days.

Cause of death: Massive internal hemmorraging. Despite Mom's efforts to patch them up, they just can't seem to keep their innards inside. It sure doesn't have anything to do with me, let me tell you that.

Time of death: Every 5.8 days, a Hedgie dies somewhere in the Puddy/Snoufer household. Please, don't give. Don't save them. They deserve it.

Favorite memory: When my human grandma gave me and Big Brother a Hedgie for Easter, it had a velcro stomach that had three perfectly-sized eggs inside that make a terribly loud and terribly cool ruckus when you squeak them. Big Brother and I try to get the harmony down, but we're still working on it. Best part? It came with two extras, so when we finally figure out how to kill one, there's a backup! Neat, huh? Somehow, this one tends to find its way in the toy box a lot. I guess Dad must not be too fond of my symphony of squeaking.

RIP, Mr. Marmot

Name: Reginald Edmond Ignatius (REI, for short).

Purchased by: Dad. Decidedly, Dad. Sometime around March.

Story: Dad loves the store REI, adores Marmot brand gear for the outdoors, and has a secret fascination with ferrets. This looked similar enough that Dad had to get it, over protest from Mom. It is also an AKC JAKKS Pets toy.

Cause of death: decapitation. You'll see.

Time of death: Sometime around July.

Favorite memory: Once I tore out the squeaker, Dad would run the rodent around himself, making squeaking noises. Drove me bonkers.





Where is the head, you ask? I'll never tell...

BWWWAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAA!

(this is a good series to do around Halloween, isn't it!)

RIP, Mr. Squirrel

Here you go, Rusty!

Name: Fuzzy B. Squirrel

Purchased by: Mom and Dad, sometime around June

Story: He is part of the AKC JAKKS Pets line of toys. They last a good while and are very realistic-looking.

Cause of death: Massive internal hemmorraging. Although, his tail is still fun to chew on, so he's still around.

Time of death: sometime around October

Favorite memory: He went with me on my road trip to IL. Oh, the fun times we had together. Well... I had. I don't think he was all that thrilled.

RIP, Mr. Walrus

All this week, I will be taking a retrospective look at those we've lost since I've joined my forever home in February of this year. RIP, good buddies.

Name: Walrus R. Tusk

Purchased by: Dad's mom, sometime around April

Story: Inside joke between Grandma and Dad. Please, don't ask. It's just one of those things.

Cause of death: massive internal hemmorraging.

Time of death: sometime around May.

Favorite memory: The honk. Oh, the honking. I love stuffies that honk.

Award for me!

Hey-o everydoggy! Both Winston and Clementine's mom and CoCo gave me the Kick Ass Blogger Award! Hooray for me!


And I do kick ass, as these pictures prove:



That is, at least when the opponent is a stuffie hedgehog. No more honkin' for you, Mister!

I will go ahead and pass it on to Khyra, Gus and Indy, Harry Pugalicious, Bajas, and Aunt Sandy, who are collectively the most frequent commentators on my blog who have not yet received the award. I'm like Poley and Rukia's mom: I LOVE getting comments, so I like passing on the love to my dawgs and peeps who do that kind of stuff.

Speaking of dawgs and peeps, if you like my blog don't forget to become a follower by using the links in the right-hand column appropriately labelled "My Dawgs and Peeps". C'mon-- be a follower! Everyone else is doing it!

In other news, on Sunday I get to go to the Pugs in the Park for Colorado Pug Rescue! Word has it that Emmitt and his mom Melissa will be there, as will Daisy and Oscar and their pawrents Jason and Leah! I AM SO FLIPPIN' EXCITED!!! Don't worry, Dad has learned his lesson from the Freaky Weekend incident, and will have a functional camera that will take pictures no matter what. Yay!


Finally, I am so pumped about the fall lineup of shows beginning now! I like contests, even ones that are just for bragging rights, so here's one for y'all:

Can you guess the top 5 shows that Mom and Dad are addicted to? I'll put a little blurb in the right-hand column with the answers at the end of today.