These are from Bueford’s last night in the realm of the living. We had to put the poor beast to sleep this afternoon. He was so sick, so bony. Hardly anything left of my once morbidly obese hound.
My favorite memories of Bueford:
1. Finding his fat blobness on craigslist. The ad was for a 9 year old basset hound. His family couldn’t keep him. When I got him, he and I were fast friends!
2. The time I took him to the vet who looks me square in the eye and tells me, “Ma’am, you dog stinks.” I was like I KNOW…can we do something about that? After a few months of 3 weekly baths in an antifungal shampoo, he stunk less. He never smelled decent, though! Stinky Bueford. 😦
His favorite memories? Aside from eating hamburgers (a bad habit from his first family), he was happiest when killing baby bunnies. He’d steal them from the nest and then fling them around the yard viciously. Weee! Smack. Weeee! Smack. Crunch, crunch.
Yep. He sure had fun that day. I didnt. And my husband–who had to locate and discard the all baby bunny carcasses– sure didn’t either.
But such was the Way of the Bueford. Fair sailing, old chap. May you find treats galore and frolick in the grass of Doggie Heaven, where you play gently with the bunnies.