Well, she died in the winter and the ground was frozen. She ended up at the bottom of the freezer and basically forgetten about until the ground thawed. She wasn't discovered again until we were planning the following years family Christmas at our house...which the ground was again frozen.

So, at the Christmas party, my Uncle would go around and point at the meatballs and say..."well there's Sassy cat...", then point at the sausage and say, "there's Moose (old labrador retriever)."

 

Probably failed to mention his brother's use of the kitchen cutlery.

 

he had a puddle of blood coming out of his mouth...good size puddle. frothy at the mouth to. dont have a clue y tho. my brother was at his barber school that he is going to. guess when he came home he was callin for the dog to come and all the lights were off, so when no answer came it kinda freeked him out a bit seein that. ****ty really, he was a good dog. but what cha gonna do right. it took me a couple hours this mornin to find out a place where he could be cremated.

 

burn that **** in your yard.

 

Since your level of compassion is so high picked up a cheap Styrofoam cooler and chunk the bastard in the ****er with a couple of bags of ice and you'll be just fine

 

^^^ Hahaha...HC! Tell us what you really think, brudda.

 

its not that i dont have compassion...just dont like to dwell bout **** like this really. he was a good dog, but that all doesnt really come into play when i have to wipe up a pile of blood and **** and pick up a dead dog that is in my parents living room. at that point it doesnt really matter how great of a dog he was, **** has to be done. ended up taking him to the vet's first thing in the morning for my parents so they can get him cremated.