That’s right, chums, today is Puppy Bowl VI!!!
As I’ve said before, rugby is the only sport I care about, so the Super Bowl has never really mattered to me. But every year gamma and I watch the Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet. Even the years when I lived with my mom and dad and didn’t talk to gamma, we’d both still watch the PB. It’s a pretty big event around here.
If you haven’tseen experienced the Puppy Bowl, basically it’s a bunch of puppies running around a little stadium for two hours. There’s a half time show featuring kittens, bunny cheerleaders, and even hamsters in a blimp. Basically it’s an explosion of cuteness. It’s quite the show.
So I thought, in honor of this epic sporting event, I’d share some info on my own puppies. Even though they stopped being puppies like, a decade ago.
First of all, Billy. She’s a fourteen-year-old purebred beagle. I got her when I was four years old as a Christmas present. I named her Billy after the Blue Power Ranger, from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers fame. I was obsessed with the show and Blue was my favorite, and I was four, so naming her Billy seemed like a great idea. Billy stayed with us less than a year, and then we had to separate. Our apartment building got a new owner and he was decidedly anti-animal, so Billy had to go. I balked at the thought of sending her to the pound, so we asked if gamma could take her. I had gamma wrapped around my finger at that age, so she agreed to take Billy in.
Billy and I didn’t see much of each other over the next few years, and she quickly stopped being my dog and started being gamma’s dog. They got along splendidly; gamma spoiled Billy and Billy worshiped gamma. Even today, I’m not allowed in gamma’s room; Billy knows that that’s gamma’s area and if I try to go in she’ll bite me.
Billy met the love of her life, Raider, about seven years ago. Raider was a giant white German shepherd that belonged to my Uncle Richie, who owns a farm. Raider would run around, keeping people and unwelcome animals off Richie’s property as well as keeping him company. Gamma visited Richie often, and she would bring Billy along for kicks. Billy and Raider quickly developed a passionate romance (they basically got dog-married) and soon Billy was expecting. She gave birth to seven puppies, some white like their father and some brown like their mother. I was told the puppies died due to exposure to a gasoline leak in the barn where they were born, but I suspect foul play. A few years ago Raider was diagnosed with cancer and he was put down.
I sometimes wish I knew how dogs think… What Billy thinks… She’s a widow and she watched her children get buried. What must she think of people? Of me and gamma?
Despite all of the tragedy that’s filled her life, Billy’s a sweet old dog. She can be stuck up at times, but she and I have become close since I moved in with gamma. She’s active and vital despite her ungodly age, and I have no doubt she’ll be around for quite some time.
Max, gamma’s other dog, is a ten-year-old mutt. He’s part rottweiler, part pit bull and part black lab. This combination of breeds has made Max physically stunning, but mentally handicapped. He’s a beautiful dog, but if you look in his eyes you can see there’s not a whole lot goin on in his upstairs. Also he was born with problems in his back legs, and he can’t jump very high and has to lie down often. He was originally owned by my cousin Amber, who for reasons unknown left him at gamma’s house one day and never came back for him. Gamma has told me that the arrangement was supposed to be a temporary thing, but it’s been over five years now, so it looks like he’s here to stay.
Max has had an overall uneventful life here at gamma’s house. No tragic past or dramatic incidents to speak of. He is an especially curious dog, so he tries to get out of the yard whenever I put him out. This can be problematic if he ever actually manages to escape, as he thinks anyone standing near our house is an enemy and he’ll bite the heck out of them if he can. He’s not mean by any stretch of the word, but this is his house and he’ll fight to keep it that way.
Despite his age he still acts like a puppy, so there’s rarely a dull moment around here. Either he’s barking at nothing or starting a fight with Billy, or getting into things he shouldn’t. I personally love it, but gamma often complains he’s just too much for her (she’s lying).
So there you go chums, the full histories of Max and Billy.
I hope you all have an amazing Puppy Bowl Sunday, chums. And if you have pets, leave a comment and tell me about them! I’d love to read them!
Also, we’re still in the midst of Snowpocalypse ‘10 here, so I hope you all are warm and safe!
As I’ve said before, rugby is the only sport I care about, so the Super Bowl has never really mattered to me. But every year gamma and I watch the Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet. Even the years when I lived with my mom and dad and didn’t talk to gamma, we’d both still watch the PB. It’s a pretty big event around here.
If you haven’t
So I thought, in honor of this epic sporting event, I’d share some info on my own puppies. Even though they stopped being puppies like, a decade ago.
First of all, Billy. She’s a fourteen-year-old purebred beagle. I got her when I was four years old as a Christmas present. I named her Billy after the Blue Power Ranger, from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers fame. I was obsessed with the show and Blue was my favorite, and I was four, so naming her Billy seemed like a great idea. Billy stayed with us less than a year, and then we had to separate. Our apartment building got a new owner and he was decidedly anti-animal, so Billy had to go. I balked at the thought of sending her to the pound, so we asked if gamma could take her. I had gamma wrapped around my finger at that age, so she agreed to take Billy in.
Billy and I didn’t see much of each other over the next few years, and she quickly stopped being my dog and started being gamma’s dog. They got along splendidly; gamma spoiled Billy and Billy worshiped gamma. Even today, I’m not allowed in gamma’s room; Billy knows that that’s gamma’s area and if I try to go in she’ll bite me.
Billy met the love of her life, Raider, about seven years ago. Raider was a giant white German shepherd that belonged to my Uncle Richie, who owns a farm. Raider would run around, keeping people and unwelcome animals off Richie’s property as well as keeping him company. Gamma visited Richie often, and she would bring Billy along for kicks. Billy and Raider quickly developed a passionate romance (they basically got dog-married) and soon Billy was expecting. She gave birth to seven puppies, some white like their father and some brown like their mother. I was told the puppies died due to exposure to a gasoline leak in the barn where they were born, but I suspect foul play. A few years ago Raider was diagnosed with cancer and he was put down.
I sometimes wish I knew how dogs think… What Billy thinks… She’s a widow and she watched her children get buried. What must she think of people? Of me and gamma?
Despite all of the tragedy that’s filled her life, Billy’s a sweet old dog. She can be stuck up at times, but she and I have become close since I moved in with gamma. She’s active and vital despite her ungodly age, and I have no doubt she’ll be around for quite some time.
Max, gamma’s other dog, is a ten-year-old mutt. He’s part rottweiler, part pit bull and part black lab. This combination of breeds has made Max physically stunning, but mentally handicapped. He’s a beautiful dog, but if you look in his eyes you can see there’s not a whole lot goin on in his upstairs. Also he was born with problems in his back legs, and he can’t jump very high and has to lie down often. He was originally owned by my cousin Amber, who for reasons unknown left him at gamma’s house one day and never came back for him. Gamma has told me that the arrangement was supposed to be a temporary thing, but it’s been over five years now, so it looks like he’s here to stay.
Max has had an overall uneventful life here at gamma’s house. No tragic past or dramatic incidents to speak of. He is an especially curious dog, so he tries to get out of the yard whenever I put him out. This can be problematic if he ever actually manages to escape, as he thinks anyone standing near our house is an enemy and he’ll bite the heck out of them if he can. He’s not mean by any stretch of the word, but this is his house and he’ll fight to keep it that way.
Despite his age he still acts like a puppy, so there’s rarely a dull moment around here. Either he’s barking at nothing or starting a fight with Billy, or getting into things he shouldn’t. I personally love it, but gamma often complains he’s just too much for her (she’s lying).
So there you go chums, the full histories of Max and Billy.
I hope you all have an amazing Puppy Bowl Sunday, chums. And if you have pets, leave a comment and tell me about them! I’d love to read them!
Also, we’re still in the midst of Snowpocalypse ‘10 here, so I hope you all are warm and safe!
