Life in the Country...

... today was an interesting day.. in a macabre sort of way... also, a sad day... Big Daddy C came into my office this morning with a traumatized look on his face... now... Big Daddy is 6"2... 245lbs... and, quite frankly, built for the kill.. definitely not a man to be triffled with... so, when I saw his face, I clicked into combat mode...

... "What the hell is wrong, C?.. who we gotta kill?"...

... "Sorry, man... it's my kid's dog... I walked outside this morning to come to work, and he was standing there on the porch bleeding all over the place..."

... "Damn, C... what happened?"..

... "I don't know, Eric... his lower jaw had been ripped away from his head, and it was hanging down between his legs... the meat was ripped right down his neck... I think he must have had a Coyote trap snap down on his head.. pulled himself free, and made it back to the house...."

... "Jesus... what did you do?"...

... "Well, I went and got my gun to put him out of his misery, but he never would get close enough... he was bleeding everywhere... I want you to come home with me at lunchbreak and help me kill him... he is in a bad, bad way... and, I don't want my boys to come home from school and see him like that..."

..."OK, C... I'll do it... I hate to see anything suffer... you think he'll survive that head wound?"...

... "No way, man... he is really busted up... I hate to ask this of you.. but, I appreciate the help"...

...so, there you go... that's how my morning started off... C's cute dog... a Cocker Spaniel/Border Collie mixed mutt... a wonderful dog.... hammered...

..well, when lunch rolled around, I had a workstation down... so, I couldn't go to assist in the mercy killing... so, I went out to my car before Calvin left, and retrieved a box of Hydra-shok 9mm from my trunk... brought them in, handed them to C, and told him to use those instead of his metal jacket practice rounds... hell, I know he only ever uses those... my thoughts?... well, at least they will be quicker for the dog... better to get it over as quickly and painlessly as possible...

... after lunch, C arrives back... I was curious and concerned over what had happened when he'd arrived home... so, I approached him....

... as it turns out, the poor dog was not around... he looked high and low... no dog... lots of blood and tissue... on his porch.. in his basement... in the lawn... but, no dog... so, he came back to work... more than likely, the poor dog had crawled off somewhere to die.. and, we live in the country... so, it could have been anywhere.... but, C came to me later that afternoon with another request...

... "Eric, I'm leaving early today.. I was wondering if I could ask another favor..."

... "Anything, C... just ask"...

... "Can I borrow your pressure washer?... I don't know of anything else that can get that blood off the porch... and, out of the basement... and, I sure as hell have to have that cleaned up before the boys get home..."

... so, of course I gave it to him.. I love his boys like they were my own... all four of them... and, the idea of them coming home to a bloodtrail instead of a barking pet scared the hell out of me....

.... still, I feel a bit inept right now.... Hydra-shoks and pressure washers... that was all I could offer him as "support"... it appears that May has not been a month for pets... that's for sure... Dax.... Ogre... and now, Big Daddy C... sorry, guys....

by Eric on May 20, 2004 | Bullshit (3) | SWG Stories
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Sorry to hear about that one. Losing a pet is rough, and that way was particulary harsh.

Bullshitted by Harvey on May 21, 2004 02:38 PM

.. wildlife and pets tend to co-exist around here.. things like this are inevitable.. tragic, but inevitable... C's boys are troopers, though... even so young, they already understand life and death....

Bullshitted by Eric on May 21, 2004 06:07 PM

Sorry to hear about your friends dog... a bad fucking day to be sure.

There is a reason for the old saying "You look like your dog just died"... I knew a big old burly bad ass ironworker who had this crappy little poodle for 15 years... he really loved that piece of crap dog... when it finally died he cried like a baby...

Bullshitted by Madfish Willie on May 21, 2004 07:14 PM