Chucky's Corner

Today, I am truly tired. Dad asked me to go out and I could not. We both went to bed to rest and I laid there next to him when it suddenly hit me that I just could not go on. I went to dad, kissed him a few times goodbye, then rested on his legs which I liked so very much to do always. It was there that I completed this journey with them.

I only wish they do not forget me. They meant so much to me. I loved them so much, David, Sean, Mom, Dad. All the uncles that really cared for me, especially Coco. But I had to go. I was overdue. Fifteen years for a dog is a lot. These humans took such care of me, whatever I had wrong, they tried to solve, even though I hated it with a passion, it was what was best for me. I understand.

The kids and mom had been traveling in Bolivia and I waited for their return before I left. I hope they appreciate that. In my way, I will never forget any of them. I hope they do the same with me. What wonderful times we all had. I am so glad they kept me way back when I tried to fool them that I was the dog they had lost. It worked!

August, 2012

I am not doing too well. I have stopped going around the block. I have stopped chasing cats (well, almost; a few days ago I chased one two doors down and almost died from it - dad had to bring me back home) and I certainly cannot run.

Some mornings I do go out with dad and we go to the corner and I just look out as I always did, not really knowning when it will be the last time I do this. It soon will be. Most times when I go out, dad has to pick me up and carry me back home because I cannot make it on my own. I still have dignity, though. I walk upright and I still have my gait.

I am very tired, old and sick, though, but I will fool these humans until the end.

It was a difficult time in my life. First they say I have a heart condition and prescribe three, THREE medications. They must really think I am a senior! They are all dog friendly and easy to take. What dog did they interview? How many of those fingers that you give me the pills with do you really need? They are coming off. Sister Alex told dad there is a Pill pockete thing and that pills can be hidden there. He better cover it totally or it is not happening.

Then, suddenly, they tell me I have cancer in my nose. In my nose! What else can be more important to a dog than a nose (well, maybe a butt, but you cannot smell one without the other, so go figure!) The vet said the nose button had to come off. It was not going to happen because, despite my age, he does not run fast enough to catch me and dad has bad ankles, so there.

Then they spoke about chemo and weekly shots. I can go for that since Ihear that David takes weekly shots for something else and he is fine. I went along with that although I do not really remember their asking me for my opinion. I was not paying attention either when they said I would have vomitting, diarreah, loss of hair and other side effects. What do they know?

Dad bought me these steps so that I can climb up to bed. You cannot teach an old (really old) dog new tricks and I am not going to go up those steps. No way, no how. Oh, hey, wait, it's not that difficult. One paw after the other and, hey I'm up here! Life is good.

Sometimes i get very tired and cannot finish the entire block. Dad has to pick me up and we both arrive fit to be tied we are so tired. I scared the daylights out of him twice when I simply stiffened and breathed out as if I had died. Don't know what that was but I certainly do not want to do it again.

I have trained dad well. I give him my paw and he gives me a treat. I yelp and he gives me another. It was not too hard to train him. I am working on the other members of the family and they are coming along too. I take them out for a walk twice a day but it is difficult to get them started. Boy!!!

Oh, no. They tried keeping it from me but I heard Shelly passed away. We truly live a dog's life. We are removed from mom and dad when pups and we only know human love. When we meet the love of our lives, they take them to Gainesville or somewhere. No matter. I loved her and will miss her. Now I know that Jesus has a dog with her. I know those things since David even says I am Father Chuck at times because I get spiritual and philosophical. We wil all miss Shelly. I am sad for sister Alex since I know how tight they were. Imagine how my family would be if something happened to me. Nah! Nothing will.

It has been a year since I write, or in my years, about 9. It is all well and good. They still only take me for a car drive to take me to that hideous vet whose voice I cannot tolerate. They stick things in me, muzzle me and then pat me as if they loved me. Bunch of hypocrites. And that guy simply does not let me be.

Every morning is an adventure with dad. A couple of months ago, two labs were out and about and wanted to play at 5:30 in the morning. I wanted no part of it and let them know, all from above dad's head. He has little hair left and i cannot get a grip, otherwise, those labs were toast. They finally got my message and left. Dad was the worse for wear.

Just this past week, at about the same time, dad wants to investigate a coconut on the middle of the road which happened to be a turtle. So at that time of the morning, i am trying to bark her back to the canal under dad moved her form the middle of the road to the curb. you have to wake up read early to top this.

I have not written in so long, I almost forgot how to write. All's more or less back to normal, although there is little normalcy around here. I am a year older and that means now i am approaching Matthusalah and they don't respect me as much.

I turned 12 today. In "Dog Years" magazine, dad found out that for a medium size dog, that translates to 64 in human years. Now they tell me The Beatles wrote a song about me many years ago, about this age. I have other Beatles songs that I relate to: I Feel Fine as long as I have food, water, milk bones, and a comfy bed, I can spend Eight Days a Week doing nothing and in the worst case scenario, I know We Can Work It Out and we will not have to create a Revolution. After all, its only A Day in The Life of a dog and sometimes it becomes A Hard Day's Night. Dad gets up in the morning, tells me Good Morning, Good Morning, then we say Hello, Goodbye whe he leaves for work and seems to need Help! to get started or Something like that. When I Saw Her Standing There, I knew mom had a dog cake for me and we all sang Birthday.

They dig a hole, they cover it, they put water in it. Then they carve some more and they put grass on it. Then they cut the grass. These humans simply cannot make up their minds. I'll go back in the a/c while they work out there. it's a dog's day afternoon it is so hot.

Mom went far away and was missing for some time. she would call some nights and everyone ran for a phone but they would always beat me. i never got to one so i never was able to say hello. I missed her but the bed area was great.

This Dad i inherited took me there and they operated on me, for crying out loud. They made me wear a lamp shade for a whole week and they put staples on my butt! Them we had to go back and they removed them. They left some thre for fashion and we had to go another time and remove them. It is a dog's life for sure.

Hey, a dog can get used to this. Shelley and Marley came to visit and we all went to Tamiami park to run, smell, run, pee and then just lie down. Suddenly, we had to run, smell, run , pee and just lie down again until we had to do the same thing over again. The peeing part was good because we peed on things we never did before! There were other dogs that needed scolding and I took care of it since Shelley and Marley did not seem to see the other dogs.

It is a dog's life. No backyard, no front yard. No one walks me. I wait for the big one until 11:00, he limps in and cannot take me out. He leaves the door open, I walk out for a second and he already calls me in. So many things have changed since I last came out and I cannot investigate. He used to walk me to the corner each morning too. Now he walks me to the corner of the house, for crying out loud.

July, 2006

Now they say I'm getting fat so they give me half a bag of food. The nerve. But I have a system. I clear the half bag quickly, and I beg whoever did not give me the half bag for food. Since they do not know, they give me the other half bag and I get the full bag anyway. And they say you cannot teach old dogs new tricks.

June 5, 2006

Hey, I'm on to these people. Now they just open the door and let me out. They are now letting me walk myself so I do. I go across the street, mark that area, pick a fight with the bigger dogs over there, do my thing and come back to the porch. Eventually, they open the door and let me back in. As long as the a/c is still running, there is water and food waiting for me when I return, eveything is good.

Hey! I've got parts ot the yard back, but no grass anywhere, just weeds and sand. The front still looks like the Arabian mine fields but I have to do the best I can. The greatest feeling is to rub on that sand when dad finishes giving me a bath and I am still somewhat wet!

CHUCK'S OWN VERSION OF "BONGO'S DEPENDE DE QUE?"

(As originated by Sean)

Oye Chucko,

Dime chico.

Tu crees que podamos dar una vuelta?

Depende

Depende de que?

Depende de este que esta aca atras

Depende de que?

Depende de este que esta aca alante

Depende de que?

Depende de ete que etacatra, de ete que etacalante

de ete que etacatra, de ete que etacalante


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