Dog Gone
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Artist:
In a bitter twist on a Memorial Day weekend, my friends may have lost their gutsy, clever long-haired Chihuahua to a vicious hawk attack. The dog was feisty and clearly felt he was much more physically imposing than his compact body implied. That could have been his undoing as he sunned himself on a lawn chair like some affluent, contented owner of a sugar plantation. Regardless of circumstance, he simply vanished from what is evidently an enclosed Bel-Air backyard late Saturday afternoon. Poof!
We hold out hope that the pup somehow got out of the house, rambled up the street on an adventure, and will be back shortly - none the worse for wear. Usually, the primary Southern California pet killer is the coyote. But hawks were circling above the neighborhood all day long, and there is a legitimate fear that the dog was snatched up in the talons of a predator bird, and carried away to meet an untimely doom as dinner in the wild.
This dog has always been one of my favorite canines. The fact that the little fellow actually enjoyed lapping up a bit of tequila now and then just enhanced his charm. He was independent-minded, but quite willing to strut over, hop onto the couch next to you and place a paw on your knee for a chin-stroke, head-scratch or belly-rub.
I'm gonna miss him if he's really gone. I thought about streaming the American folk traditional "Old Dog Blue" in the dog's honor (the country-rockin' version by the Byrds, titled "Old Blue," is pretty nifty), but I believe he'd prefer George Clinton. So I'll raise my shot glass to a truly "Atomic Dog." Wherever he is, I hope they're serving tequila.
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Comments (17)
It's a sad story. Let's hope he's happy after being transported to his final reward.
Spike; D'accord. Quite a bum sitch. Still believing that he'll turn up, but it's been two days and counting. Not a promising state of affairs.
Sorry to hear- I hope the little fella turns up in good health but it doesn't sound encouraging.
Our friends lost their dog to a coyote attack several months ago- in the suburbs of Connnecticut.
And I had told you my son was attacked by a neighbor's dog just last month. He got close to 50 stitches on his face and mouth and we're hoping the plastic surgeon can do more work on the scar on his cheek. (That was a long night in the ER last month!)
Must be something going on with all these attacks recently.
Anyway, I saw Mr. Clinton with P Funk 2 years ago- he can still party all night long!
Fasted: We'll be keeping fingers crossed and expecting to hear some good news as regards your son. Meanwhile, that George Clinton mojo does tend to keep spirits (and listeners) high, doesn't it?
Fasted, that's horrible! Man, I hope he's doing O.K.
And Mike, I sure hope a hawk didn't snatch him. I've never heard of that happening in So Cal. Keep us posted.
MusicRX: Will do.
Wow, I'm so sorry to hear this, Mike. He looks like such a sweetie. Those eyes! That fluff! I sincerely hope he does wander back. Man, it's incidents like this that make you realize that we're all just part of somebody's food chain. Kinda scary.
man, I have heard of this happening, sorry to hear it mike
Fasted - kids eh? Hope it goes well with the surgeon.
Mike - keep the tequila bottle open. They can smell it from miles away! Hope it turns out ok.
L.M.I.: Thanks for the kind words. And watch the skies. You never know when you'll have to duck.
Rawk: Crazy, huh? His owners are devastated, but trying to keep their spirits up.
capndad: I'll pass on the idea. It couldn't hurt. BTW, he only drank the top-shelf stuff. This was one classy canine.
Sorry to hear this. Since none of my dogs is less than 45 pounds, I think they're safe.
dermahrk: Let's hope so.
bad deal
this sucks
man i LOVE this fucking song
i amlost got up and danced!!
Yeah. This post was a mixed bag, Pimpster. Still no sign of the dog, but the memories and the song live on.
damn meat eaters :(
Isn't it funny how little dogs often think of themselves as tough stuff while big ones think they're lap dogs?
Hope there's some good news soon on the hunt for the little fur-ball.
Pimp: I can hear you growl, dude!
democlez: One of the mysteries of doggy psychology, I guess. And I appreciate the good thoughts, although the situation is seeming bleaker with each passing day.