Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Light And Day

February 14th, 2006:
I was watching some of the Winter Olympics with my dad, and they were talking about the drunk, Bode Miller.
Dad turns to me and says "Is Bode a good name for a dog?"

February 15th:
When I get home from school, I find that after years and years of begging Dad to get a dog, he finally did.

"1/4 Blue Healer, 1/2 Border Colley, 1/4 Australian Shepherd, all equals up to ugly."

He was a cute dog, back then, but he just didn't seem to get some things.

He even made his own word, that shall be known forever as gnowr. (ny ow ruh)

During the summer, we took him out to Barnesville, so he could run around in the McGraff, or whatever it's called, Park.

Bode was known to be a gay dog, because he really, really liked to lick guys.

He stopped saying gnowr at about the same time he would stop wining whenever there was no one around and/or when it was dark.

Bode used to bite at people without doing any real damage, nibbling, to say, which is why Tyler gave him the nickname "Nibbles."
Tyler and I also really liked how soft his ears were.

In the last few months, he became more and more violent, going from just jumping up and catching birds in mid-air to killing squirrels.

The final straw was when he killed the calf.
Over $2,000, a lot of stress, and some joy.

Dad basically killed Bode because, like in Of Mice And Men, Bode would have just, be it accident or not, started killing more and more creatures.

In the end, Bode was what I've been waiting for for years, a dog.
Bode was here for one year, fourteen days, and a couple hours.
There were a lot of good times with Bode, there were a lot of bad times with Bode, overall, there is only one thing I can say:

Good bye Nibbles.

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