This is our dog "Buck"...... "Lucky Buck" is what we really call him......No, he isn't dead..... No, I didn't catch him in mid rollover...... HE IS SLEEPING! This is his favorite position.....
They say dogs are like their owners and my Hunk does usually sleep on his back.....maybe they are on to something........ shhhhhh I didn't say that out loud (I just typed it really softly)
So why do we call him LUCKY BUCK you are wondering??:
Lets start off by saying he was given to us as a housewarming gift. Such a kind and thoughtful gesture. We purchased what happens to be his "aunt" years prior...
One would think this would be great to not have to pay for a "papered pure bred lab"..... one would think......
We had Buck for mere weeks when he wandered his cute little puppy dog self up to the shop and decided to take a nap under one of the trailers.. ....one of the trailers that was hooked to a truck and was being taken to a job site that day..... one that was hooked to my Hunks truck..... yep you guessed it.... Buck was run over by said trailer, by said Hunk.
Hunk brought him down to me.......I was busy scrubbing toilets, doing laundry and baking cookies for all the neighbors this early morning...... errrrrrrkkkkkkkk....... Ok...MAYBE I was sleeping.... details, details.....goodness!
At any rate Hunk woke me up and told me that Buck was in the back of my Suburban and needed to be taken in to the vet and that he had to go to work....
WHAT?!?..... I took him in..... his hip was broken..... They said there wasn't much they could do but he needed to be confined in this cage so he couldn't get up and walk around and it could heal. Well, this lasted about two days.
Buck got CRAZY EYES on me.... I'm not even close to kidding. His eyes were rolling around in his head and he was freakin' out... We broke down and let him out.... he healed and he isn't insane...
So that was strike one for Buck......
Two: Buck shows up to the house looking like he got kicked by a cow or a horse or something mean and mad...... Hunk takes him in (his turn)....
Rattle snake bite. ...right to the jaw.... Buck gets hooked up to an IV's giving him an anti-venom and has to stay the night in the doggie hospital.... The next day and almost $2k later we were able to bring him home. Now don't forget this dog was a free gift.....
Three: Buck gets bit in the chest by a Rattle Snake.... (at least he learned to jerk his head back this time)..... I give him Advil and wish him luck....nooooo I'm not kidding..(they said he should only have the anti venom once).. he makes it...yeah!
Four: Buck gets bit by a rattle snake in the front right leg..... (at least he learned to jerk his head and chest out of the way)..... more Advil..... he makes it again....yeah!
Five: Buck is gone missing...... We live in the middle of NOWHERE...... there was a stray dog roaming around and Buck would take off to play with him.......we assume he is gone with him.. ... days go by.....we morn the loss of our Buck (and our wasted two grand......KIDDING)..... then my Hunk suggests I call the pound. I'm thinking WHAT out here? Get real dude!
So I call. I describe Buck. The lady says "Yes, I am the one that picked him up, he was with another dog.....the other dog ran and your dog ran right to me"...... I'm thinking DUMB FRIENDLY LOVING dog...... (I blame this on the UPS driver for giving him all those dog treats when he pulled up...... Buck thought he was in for a dog treat I'm sure, not a ride to dog jail)
I was so excited I say "OMG, Thank you so much! I thought he was gone"...... Silence on the phone for a minute..... and then "ummm, I'm sorry but he had been here so long we didn't know who the owner was and he was put down yesterday".......
My heart sank, my eyes welled and before I could find my voice to say anything I hear her talking to someone in the background.........she then asks me to hold....... I'm waiting wondering why I really need to hold, maybe she knows I'm losing it and wants to give me a moment to regain my strength....to find my voice....give me time to pick my heart up off of the floor....
She returns to the line.....She says "I can't believe this, he was scheduled to be put down yesterday but we got too busy, he is still here"...... I reply "YES! I am on my way THANK YOU SO MUCH!"
So I arrive at the pound and she takes me to him. He is cowering in the corner of the pin with a couple other dogs. He is sooooooo sad I almost don't even recognize him.... I burst into tears. I can't wait to break him out and get him home. She tells me we need to do paperwork and he has to go back in the pin....... I burst out crying again and follow her back to the front desk......
She tells me what "Bail and hotel charges are"....... She asks if we plan to have him....ya know.....so he can't make babies anymore..... I tell her yes, we were planning to do this before he went missing (maybe he got wind of that and this is why he left.....hmmmmmmmmmm)...
She lets me know that if I Adopt (my own dog) him from them that it will be MUCH cheaper AND he gets neutered. If I bail him out he doesn't get "fixed" and I have to pay about 3 times the price......
No brainer..... I'll fill out the adoption paperwork, take him home and bring him back for his appointment. When will that be? NOPE...... he has to stay the night and I can pick him up the next day.
Ok, my heart just broke in a million pieces. I still can't believe me.....the big soft hearted person that I am.... I chose to leave him and pay the cheaper amount.... I was so upset I burst into big ugly cry tears.... not just crying......I was SOBBING......trying to catch your breath, snot stringing from your mouth when you open it kind of Sobbing...(gross I know, sorry I'm just keepin' it real here)..... I sobbed all the way home....... When his name was mentioned, when I laid down to go to sleep....... my heart broken for him.....
But I picked him up the next day and we were all so happy and he was back to normal very quickly....
Six: Buck is bit by a Rattle Snake in the back left leg....... (at least he is learning to turn and run).... Advil...love you Lucky Buck..... (by the way, less and less swelling with each bit, I think he is becoming immune)..
There are many other stories I'm sure (I know) I'm leaving out (like how lucky he is the neighbor didn't kill him when he went after their goats).... but I think you get the picture....
All those close calls and he still feels comfortable enough to sprawl out on his back and fall asleep......
Lucky Buck! We love Lucky Buck and he still is the BEST housewarming gift (all be it the most expensive) that we have ever received.....
I can't be the only one with a dog with 9 lives.......or the only one who has invested money in a "free dog"....Please......Please tell me I'm not... Lay it on me..... make me feel better..... ;)
Ciao Bellas~
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Nope, you're not the only one. When I was kid a starving terrier mix dog with the biggest brown eyes ever showed up at our front door. My dad said, "No, we will not be having another dog." My brother and sister secretly fed him hotdogs, raw eggs and water for about a week, before my dad figured out what they were doing. By then, there was no way Browny was ever going to leave this place where the food was fit for a king.
ReplyDeleteBrowny stayed with us for about 7 years, during which time he attacked porcupines several times requiring visits to the vet before finally learning his lesson. At one point he somehow broke his leg, another visit to the vet. He was also stepped on by our milk cow. Yep another vet visit. For a free dog he was a lot of trouble, but also a lot love.
It was sad day when he died. He loved to climb and he climbed the fence one day trying to get into the cow's pen. Somehow his collar got stuck on the fence and he strangled to death. Poor dog. Oh how we cried. We still talk about him, how much he loved us and his life. He was such a good dog.
It's true that sometimes the best things in life are free.
Awwwwwwwwwwww...... that is so sad..... and so happy at the same time. Browny sounds like he was a great dog. You are so right, sometimes the best things in life are free...even when they end up costing more than if you just bought them in the first place......
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for sharing your story about Browny. I loved it!!
When we were little (back in the 70's and 80's) we always had a Christmas party at my Grandma Reva's home in L.A. All the family would be there, the adults visiting with their drinks in hand and the kids outside pretending they were couples driving in cars, and the boys would jump onto then roll off the hoods of the cars onto the ground. (I come from a LONG line of stuntmen in my family!) Santa would always show up later in the evening (not by Rudolf but by his Buick parked down the road) He was always very friendly to the young ladies and let them sit on his lap for what seemed like a long time. (ewww!) As my mom would have us kids gather at the back window to look for his departure high in the sky, Santa would sneek back to his Buick with his gift, a bottle of Bourbon! I sure miss those days!
ReplyDeleteKristin- just click on FREE FALL GIVEAWAY! Pumpkin bowls with lids! and leave comment on that post! Good luck girl. by the way I want to sneak in your luggage to Maui.
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