In the dream she was in a doggy nursing home (I’m sure there is no such thing). Even if there was a doggy nursing home, my dog would not be in it! The only thing that was good about that dream was she was alive. She was still old, deaf and blind. All of which she was earlier this year. We were both happy to be in each other’s presence. The rest of the dream sucked. For those of you that don’t know, I had to release my dog earlier this year. Stinky graced this earth from March 18, 2002 until January 5, 2018.
Originally her name was to be LaRaye with a nickname of La La. No one liked that name but me. Even she didn’t like it. Wouldn’t answer to it at all. She could have just been being stubborn too. One day I was holding her in my lap and I sniffed those little feet and it wasn’t pleasant. Now we get her real name, Stinky. Over her lifetime she has been known by many names, such as Gizmo and Boo Boo. Stinky was the one that worked the best. According to my mom I jinxed her. She did end up being a pretty stinky dog all around. Lol. But Stinky was so much more as well. She was the queen. It was her way. When you took her for a walk and she was tired of walking she would just sit down. Nothing you did would make her move. When she rode in the car with you, it would be a struggle to get her to sit in her own seat and not on your lap. She would wait until you weren’t paying attention and jump over.
I remember the day I went to get her. I knew this guy who had a white shih-tzu that would fetch a toy and bring it back to you. The dog would drop it right at your feet and I thought it was so cool. I wanted a dog just like that. Same color but preferably a girl dog. I found out a pet store in Monroe, Michigan was getting a litter in. I was there as soon as they opened their doors. Two girl dogs, one white and tan (the one I wanted) and another black and white, Stinky. They were both so adorable. The only problem was the white and tan puppy didn’t like me. Like she would whine and push against me to put here down. Now this runt was all over me. She bit onto my sweater coat and wouldn’t let go. The tiniest little thing at 3.5 pounds with a pink bow in her hair. The guys at the pet store were showing me great items to purchase for a new pup. One was a squeaky toy. I sat the squeaky toy down and little miss picks it up, brings it to me and drops it at my feet. Sold!
An arsenal worth of dog crap and a $450 runt walked out of the store with me. I hate to inform y’all, but that was the first and last time that she did that particular trick. She would bring a toy and drop it at your feet only to fight you for it as if her life depended on it. She would lock on it like a pit bull as you dangled her in the air. Still cute, but not what I brought her for. Lol.
I happened to be a slight workaholic which I didn’t take into consideration in wanting to be a dog owner. A few weeks in, I was ready to get rid of her. Stinky peed on my new carpet repeatedly and was not ashamed of it either. She would pop a squat right in front of you. Granny to the rescue. At this point my mom was attached and so she set about housebreaking that little mutt. So I decided to keep her. She spent a great deal of time at my mom’s house. So much so Stinky pretty much stopped coming home. I was no longer the custodial parent. I became the parent with visitation rights. I would still spoil the hell out of her. There was not much Stinky didn’t have. She even had a Pit Bull cousin named Bae Bae who was her best friend.
This little life is no longer with us as well. She passed before Stinky. When we would go over to my brother’s house Stinky would get so excited. Then she would walk around for about 15 minutes whining because she realized her best friend, Bae Bae, wasn’t there. She never adjusted. She would do it every time we went to his house.
Stinky was something else. She didn’t like to take pictures once she got to a certain age so the majority of them looked like this.
She had her own blanket crocheted by her granny.
But that did not stop her from laying all over on mine.
She had a ton of clothes, this is just a few outfits.
One of her favorite pastimes, sunbathing.
Her main pastime, napping.
Riding in the basket with Granny. Spoiled ass 😍!
I believe the only reason that people should get a pet, dog, cat or otherwise, is to spoil them and love them. Stinky was both from the day I picked her up at the pet store to the day I laid her to rest. My stepdad would leave the house just to take her for rides in his Corvette. I am pretty sure that she didn’t even know she was a dog. Life without Stinky is just a little duller. She had so much personality and attitude. No was a word Stinky didn’t understand and if she did, she pretended that she didn’t. She had a good life. I could go on and on about this little heffa.
The day that was her last was totally heartbreaking for me. I felt as if I was betraying her. Two went in and only one came out. As she snuggled on me, not realizing what was about to happen, I knew all to well. Stinky’s quality of life had decreased to the point that it would have been selfish to allow her to continue to live on. This knowledge didn’t make it any easier. After, I just kept saying, I never want another dog. I couldn’t see myself going through the process again. I have adjusted and would love to have another dog. I happen to still be a workaholic so now would not be a good time. Dogs make us better people. They are truly an example of unconditional love. How can you not return the love they give you? It breaks my heart to see the evil that people commit on dogs and other animals. To see all the lonely dogs in animal shelters. I could easily be the spinster with a house full of abandon dogs 😂😂😂. Of course I’m not going to do it…maybe 🤷🏾.
This little life brighten my life and many others. Stinky is missed and will never be forgotten. She was one of a kind.
