[Dailydrool] Nicknames - Losses - and Gains

[R Groves]

Names .

 

I'm usually generic with nick names . current boy Silas "pooper scooter" as
he's in continent and while trying to scoot somewhere there it is ..

 

One of my previous hounds Franklin (the 'Basset a Day Calendar' - 18 Feb
2011) His were of course ..

 

     .. and a side note .. I'm sure I'm not the ONLY Drooler that can tell 

        which hound left "the mound" as each is usually very distinct ..

 

Anyway.. One of Franklins names was Frank-n-Pooper and Frank-n-Plopper.
They were big stools, and he was a quick pooper, simply bend Plop! And
onward he'd go.

Another of his names was Franken-Pooter . he didn't get gas often but when
he did I could swear it would've blown up the house if anyone lit a match.

An one of the funniest was "Franken-Tooter" ..

 

I was at my desk playing a computer game, finish a bottle of beer, and set
it on floor next to the leg of my L shaped desk so I didn't have to take it
to the trash right way.

 

Franklin comes in from outside .. I reach down and pet him .. he wasn't
interested in the beer bottle, but as he does the
basset-trample-the-carpet-circle-circle-lay-down ritual, he hit the bottle,
it gets knocked over.  A little later I moved my foot, it hits the bottle
and it rolls toward his snout.  He gets a bit of a smell, lifts his head
looks at me like "hey what the?" and then lays his head back down.

 

Just after that, he lets out on of those big breath "nasal sighs".. you know
where they exhale loudly through their nose .. and the bottle is JUST RIGHT
THERE . and you hear the low-ish tone like someone blowing across the bottle
to make a "fog horn" sounding whistle.. 

 

He freaked when it toot-ed back at him, he was startled with a quick head
jerk back from this "thing" and I just couldn't stop laughing at him and the
reaction.. it was just so sooo funny! (LOL-ing again now as I'm remembering
his shock) and thus "Franken-Tooter" as born.

 

 

Losses .

Of my three on that page (18 Feb 2011) Franklin was the first I had to let
go.  Thyroid Cancer.  I had to because I was working long hours and coming
home finding him in a cough/breathing fit with that panic look in his eyes,
that look that he simply needed one of the humans to be there with him, so
he could relax look . it tore me up inside thinking about it, and it was
that moment I decided I couldn't bare putting him through more spells like
that.

 

Riley was the second to go, 10 minutes after coming in from outside getting
some wubbin' and laying down behind me.  I, like any dutiful basset slave,
turned to look as I was backing up my chair, and saw instantly he had left
me.

 

Henry was my last little trooper.  I could swear I felt him go.  I was
working the night shift and 3 hours before I was off duty, I was suddenly
overcome with a very heavy chest almost like I couldn't breathe, I went
outside to get some fresh air. And started to feel some tears coming on.  It
suddenly dawned on me why I might be feeling that, right then.

 

It was the longest 3 hours I'd had, I was lucky I didn't get caught speeding
(triple digits is an on the spot arrest-able offence) but he was gone when I
got home.

 

 

and Gains .

It was at least 8 months before I could even think of doing it again.  I
fostered 3 hounds short term, the last one I'd fostered was Dixie Sue.  The
first female I'd had in 35(?) or so years? .. and I was heart broken about
people seeing her and wanting to adopt. 

 

I warned them she's stubborn and grumbly because she was a little older and
didn't like being picked up.  And I told them, if it wasn't for the cost of
adoption I wouldn't have been letting her go. Told them if they have any
doubt or think she's not a fit, let *me* know and I'll take her back in a
heartbeat.

 

I then talked to the coordinator to let her know how it went, and told her
.. If I'd had the 300 I wouldn't have let'er go.  That's when she tells me..
Oh no.. she's on the Senior Sale .. only 50 .. I just.. well. it was salt on
the wounds so to speak.

 

Three or four days later, I got the call, the adopters didn't heed the
warning about not picking her up (other than cars, she had no problem with
being helped into a car) one of the kids got the grumble out of her .. and
they wanted to return her .. She's MINE! :)

 

Silas my boy .. he was instant love, also "a senior" Some of the things
people miss.. he's blind in one eye. but every bit as adorable regardless.

 

They've been with me 3 going on 4 years now.  And I hate to think about them
moving on too.

 

But that's what happens.  They burrow a little hole in your heart, doing the
circle-circle-lay-down .. leaving a hole when they go.  The only comfort is
knowing that I will (life willing) find another hound that needs me as much
as I need them, so they can make their own hole.  

 

I'm at a pretty horrible company these days, and would or should have moved
onto another company by now, but, this past year I've been able to work from
home 10 of the 12 months . so I stick with them because I can be here.
Silas has hip issues and can't get around as well (surprise he's . old) and
so I don't mind that he poops or pees as he's heading for the doggy door .
cause I've mop and bucket always at the ready, and I'm here rather than
walking in on it after a 12 hour day (plus 2hrs for the commute).  And that
one thing alleviates the desire to leave .. so I can be here.

 

You know your days are numbered with a senior, perhaps that's why you want
to make the most of them while you can.

 

Slingin' drool every direction I can .. 

 

-Robert

Indentured Servant to Dixie & Silas, formerly indentured to Henry, Riley,
Franklin, and Doc.

 

 

 

 

 

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