
Gunther and I have had a strained relationship for about 6 years. Who is Gunther? My three legged Yorkie. Yes... 3 legs. In 2001, I thought I would "surprise" Tommy T with a dog. What did I do? What any person who is uneducated in the dog market would do. I looked in the paper and found a little old lady living in a trailer park who had an adult, dog breeding, meth using, son living with her. I made an appointment to check out the pups in the 100 degree, fly infested trailer. I ignored the happy puppy's and went for the dejected, sick looking one - all out of pity. I put him in the front pocket of my overalls (they were KIND OF still OK to wear at that time) and brought him home to Tommy T.

"Surprise! I just paid a $200 "deposit" on a dog that we will end up spending thousands of dollars on in medical bills!
- He will give us love for two years and then turn his back on us as soon as we have children.
- He will roll in the grass and poop on the sidewalk.
- His urine will eat the paint off of our deck.
- He will be allergic to every known dog food and suffer chronic ear infections due to his allergies.
- He will poop in your truck every time you take him to the vet because of his anxiety.
- He will eat watermelon and have his face swell up like a balloon.
- He will DEMAND that you rub his chest with your toes -whenever you are in a seated position.
- He will eat a pork chop bone that will puncture his intestines - causing an emergency trip to the vet.
- He will accidentally be drug on a leash behind the back of a bicycle - ripping his leg open.
- We will pay hundreds of dollars to have him treated only to have his tendons fuse together - rendering his use of only three legs.
- He will be banned from all groomers because of his obnoxious yap - and when a grommer finally accepts him - she will put him in a drug induced state.
- He will get worms while we are on vacation.
- He will snort like a pig when he gets excited - until he starts couging and hacking.
- He will snip at our children when he gets older.
- He will always get loose and run away - and he will ALWAYS BE RETURNED.
- He will grow old and be chronically ill- but he will never die. He is your eternal pup. CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!"

Well, Gunther escaped again this week. This time he was gone overnight. I felt horrible because Tommy T was driving the neighborhood well into the night searching for this pup that he still manages to love. Out of love for HIM and NOT the dog - I called the area pounds the following day.
Me: "Yes, I was calling to see if our dog was found"
Lady: "Sure - what is the breed"
Me: "He's a yorkie who only uses three legs"
Lady: "A three legged yorkie?" (disgusted)
Me: (started laughing so hard I had to hand the phone to Tom)
Tom rushed over to ID the three legged yorkie. I was sure that there weren't many of them skipping around in our community - I KNEW it was him. Sure enough - we got to PAY money to receive him back into our lives.
He has an internal boomerang. Our other Yorkie, Gracie, whom we bought from a real life BREEDER, not a puppy mill - was ticked off when he came back. She would again be bunking with her white trash comrade.
Tom and I wrote an anthem for him, years ago. If you are LDS, it is sung to the tune of "High On A Mountain Top"
Enjoy the lyrics:
"High on a mountain top - a bald dog is unfurled,
Ye nations now look up to the pup who rules the world.
He thinks he is so bad - but we all know the truth -
He is a little, fat, dog who is SO rude.
His bark makes the deaf man hear because it is so loud
He loves to poop on the floor- especially in front of a crowd-
He pees at will - all over the ground
And that is the reason why he's going to the pound!"
He eventually did. But he came back.
I need to come to terms with this. I need to muster up some love for this pup - because it appears that we are going to be with him for a very long time. We need couples therapy. I used to have some serious love for this pup. Can it be rekindled? I will keep you posted!
In the meantime I would like to echo the sentiments in an ad that was in our local paper:

"FREE TO A GOOD HOME OR A BAD HOME...............
I WILL DELIVER"
HAHAHA...I swear my mom could copy/paste this story, and change the pictures and the name to Paco, the maltese. He was evil, and even without his manhood (which was expensive to remove) still a very naughty little love machine.
ReplyDeleteThe police picked him up off the street so many times that they started dropping him off at my mom's office, rather than waiting for her pick him up once her guilt sunk in.
THERE IS HOPE! 3 years ago my parents sold the house we all grew up in and PACO disappeared 2 days before moving day. I think my mom buried him under the deck, with our family turtle "LUCY" but she swears to this day that he is off modeling Doggie carriers for Sky Mall magazine. Perhaps someday, when you move, Little Evil will do a disappearing act of his own.
Oh...poor little Gunther. Maybe he can come live under the deck with our too outcasts. Gracie would love me.
ReplyDeleteMaren