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April 21, 2005

pudgy

That was my first REAL dog--- one that belonged to ME and my brother. He was jet black except for four white paws. My dad suggested that we name him "Spats" but I didn't know what spats were back then. I was 10 years old. I didn't know shit. We named him "Pudgy" because he was a fat little pup.

I loved that dog. He went EVERYWHERE in the woods with me and he was my companion when I couldn't find anybody else to play with. He was smart and he was a natural retriever. Throw anything, and Pudge would go fetch it and bring it back.

He almost got me arrested for trespassing at the Forest City Gun Club Lake one day in the winter when it was COLD for Savannah. The dog had a good dose of Labrador in him, and he went totally apeshit when he saw that lake. He jumped in and went for a swim. I tried calling him out, but he was having too nice a time in the water.

That's when I saw the White Pickup of Death coming for me. That was driven by the security guard at the place and I believed the rumors about that man killing young boys who trespassed on that lake. I heard that he would shoot you, cut your head off, and then bury your corpse in the woods. He was a frightening man.

I went into a panic. Pudgy wouldn't get out of the water and the truck was circling the lake coming for ME. I made a decision. I laid down my BB gun, shucked my clothes in the January cold and jumped into the lake to get my dog.

I hauled his butt out of the water, grabbed my clothes and my gun and went hauling ass though the woods before I got shot and had my head cut off. I had more blackberry stickers in my feet than I could count later and I almost froze to death before I thought it was safe to stop and dress myself again.

But a boy and his dog do things like that.

Pudgy got hit by a car and died when he was five years old. He's buried in the back yard of my mama's house. My dad and I dug the hole and planted him. I cried for weeks afterward.

That was a long time ago, but I still dream about that dog.

Comments

That....is so true, and I can relate to the White Pickup of Death . This post made me smile.

Posted by: Sam on April 21, 2005 05:20 PM

My first dog's name was Rebel. He was a little beagle mix. Yelped like a sumbitch 24/7, but I loved him just the same. It' funny how youngin's ears are deaf to dogs barkin' but it'll crawl right inside an adults head and echo like a Jeckyll hangover... um, I imagine.

He finally ran away. He stayed on a chain in the back yard. Had his own dog house and everything. It gets cold in Ohio. I used to curl up with him in that dog house every now and thing. Without bein' told to mind you.

Now, I've got two dogs, I like 'em both, but mainly, i have two, because I'm bigger, and sleepin' in that dog house when you're told too requires a little more canine to stay warm then it did when I was a boy...

Posted by: RedNeck on April 21, 2005 05:46 PM

We got our autistic son a golden retriever just over a year ago. He is my son's first "real" friend. He's always ready to play, he does not mind that my son cannot speak, he loves my son unconditionally and they seem to have a language all their own. When ever we take the dog in the car with us, that darn thing trys to squeeze all 85 lbs of himself in my son's lap.

Posted by: Maeve on April 21, 2005 07:21 PM

Shit, Rob
Wish you had'nt brought up dogs. Dammit!
Dad brought home an Airdale pup when I was 10. My best pal. Hated niggers, was too funny. Got cancer and had to be put down. Brother and father took him to the place, I couldn't go, I hit two drug stores and stayed fucked for at least a week. still remember Clyde to this day
murry

Posted by: murry on April 22, 2005 03:04 AM

My first dog was like yours Acidman. She loved the water -- only she could not swim a lick. She would go strait under and stay everytime until we would drag her up sputtering. We finally had to keep her away from all water. She was so stupid she'd try to go in. She would would even dive out of a canoe.

I loved that dog beyond words. Got her when I was 8 or 9. She died of just being old when I was 23. I still think of her.

Posted by: hoosierboy on April 22, 2005 10:01 AM
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