Post by maxine on Feb 23, 2017 10:07:09 GMT -5
I feel as if I should make something honoring this beautiful dog we had for like 10 years.
At the beginning I was 5 but I somehow remember it so well. We went looking for a dog, when me and my sister finally found one it was wonderful he was the sweetest dog you could ever hope for. But when we went to buy him they told us "you don't want this dog, he's been sent back 4 times." They told us stories of how the owners brung him back saying he was a horrible dog, ruined everything. Even the kennel of his cage at the pound said horrible things about him on it. "Not good with children" "beware" we couldn't believe it. My mom refused to. They gave us him for free because they said 'you'll be back'. So we brung the little black and brown Manchester terrier home. We never brung him back to the pound. He was a perfect dog, he was gentle with me and playful with my parents. For 10 years he was the perfect dog, when he sunk into his senior years he slowed down, but we had gotten him pals including a beagle named Bo and a mini pincher named Mac. But than something horrible happened.
February 19th 2016
My beagle Bo escaped 24/7 and would always come back the next morning or in the middle of the night. So the night he runs away we usually check for him, my grandma was drunk (as always) and decided to go check for Bo, welp she's an idiot because she swung the door open and watched as Mac and Peanut dashed out the door. I heard her scream and ran out after them. I grabbed the puppy, Mac by the leg and pulled him inside. My dad who was asleep on the couch woke up and followed me out. My 14 year old peanut was running through the woods now. (We live in the middle of no where)
I tried to chase after him but the barbwire kept grabbing me. For the whole night we were looking for our poor peanut. We searched through our woods, drove down and up the road. My grandma had joined us, but I just wanted to scream at her. She was flashing the flashlight saying she was "signaling" the dogs, that's how drunk and stupid she is. The next morning Bo returned, but not with peanut.
We never found peanut, for weeks we searched the fields behind are house, this loss ruined my family. We assumed someone had either picked him up or he died deep in the woods. (He's chipped) My mom cried for months, and it made me hate my grandma even more than I already did. Finally mom made me take Bo to the pound, she blamed him for Peanut because if grandma hadn't opened the door to look for Bo, Peanut would be here. So heart heavy I took Bo to the pound saying 'I found him'. It was a horrible day.
We still have Mac a year later, he's the best dog ever. But no one will forget about Peanut. I still call the old timer. Peanut was terrified of rain and thunder, just like me. So everytime there is a storm I think about him. And I miss him even more. I would rather know he died than wonder forever.
I'm late but happy anniversary Peanut.
At the beginning I was 5 but I somehow remember it so well. We went looking for a dog, when me and my sister finally found one it was wonderful he was the sweetest dog you could ever hope for. But when we went to buy him they told us "you don't want this dog, he's been sent back 4 times." They told us stories of how the owners brung him back saying he was a horrible dog, ruined everything. Even the kennel of his cage at the pound said horrible things about him on it. "Not good with children" "beware" we couldn't believe it. My mom refused to. They gave us him for free because they said 'you'll be back'. So we brung the little black and brown Manchester terrier home. We never brung him back to the pound. He was a perfect dog, he was gentle with me and playful with my parents. For 10 years he was the perfect dog, when he sunk into his senior years he slowed down, but we had gotten him pals including a beagle named Bo and a mini pincher named Mac. But than something horrible happened.
February 19th 2016
My beagle Bo escaped 24/7 and would always come back the next morning or in the middle of the night. So the night he runs away we usually check for him, my grandma was drunk (as always) and decided to go check for Bo, welp she's an idiot because she swung the door open and watched as Mac and Peanut dashed out the door. I heard her scream and ran out after them. I grabbed the puppy, Mac by the leg and pulled him inside. My dad who was asleep on the couch woke up and followed me out. My 14 year old peanut was running through the woods now. (We live in the middle of no where)
I tried to chase after him but the barbwire kept grabbing me. For the whole night we were looking for our poor peanut. We searched through our woods, drove down and up the road. My grandma had joined us, but I just wanted to scream at her. She was flashing the flashlight saying she was "signaling" the dogs, that's how drunk and stupid she is. The next morning Bo returned, but not with peanut.
We never found peanut, for weeks we searched the fields behind are house, this loss ruined my family. We assumed someone had either picked him up or he died deep in the woods. (He's chipped) My mom cried for months, and it made me hate my grandma even more than I already did. Finally mom made me take Bo to the pound, she blamed him for Peanut because if grandma hadn't opened the door to look for Bo, Peanut would be here. So heart heavy I took Bo to the pound saying 'I found him'. It was a horrible day.
We still have Mac a year later, he's the best dog ever. But no one will forget about Peanut. I still call the old timer. Peanut was terrified of rain and thunder, just like me. So everytime there is a storm I think about him. And I miss him even more. I would rather know he died than wonder forever.
I'm late but happy anniversary Peanut.