Sunday, February 18, 2007
Mr. B (The Old Timer)
Mr. B is getting old. For those of you who don't know him here's a short little background. Mr. B is an 25lb American Eskimo (dog), he's friendly, anxious, scatter brained and lovable. We have had Mr. B for our entire relationship. The CEO and I picked him up together somewhere west of Boston, I think. He was the cutest little dog I had ever seen. He used to hate riding in the car and threw-up in my car many times, however, he managed to get over this problem in time to be the CEO's companion as she drove across American in her quest to live in Hollywood. He was a very curious little guy and had to run to the apartment window in West Hollywood anytime someone was in the garage below to check out what was going on. He's always had some funny traits: he wont step on metal grates, he hates walking through water and he gets upset at the slightest changes to his environment. For example one time he noticed that the CEO had hung Christmas cards on the wall this of course called for a light quick step to get past the wall then some barking to let them no that he was in charge. Despite these quirks he has successfully made the transition to five different homes with us, the addition of another dog and two kids. Now he's really slowing down, having trouble getting up and down stair and worst of all having trouble waiting to go out to relieve himself. It is quite a sad transition. Mr. B is my first dog and if I give his passing too much thought tears quickly come to my eyes. We don't quite know when he will be leaving us but when it comes, sooner than later, it will certainly leave a great big hole in my heart.
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You know, the day Mr. B had his accident while I was there, I felt so bad for him. He looked at me like he was sorry or embarassed, and I just petted him and told him it was ok.
Nothing is worse that watching your pet go through their last stages of life. I have been through it more than once (I didn't realize his whole history with you guys.)
Well, all I can say is show him as much love as you can, and just know that if he could make it outside, he would.
It's tough to go through though.
Sorry.
jb
Poor Mr. B.
Mellow Yellow sends a bark out to him.
Poor Mr. B, a little white ball of fluff when we got him. In his prime he was our own personal circus dog - leaping through hoops and over legs. Always a master spooner with his head on the pillow. Remember how he'd walk around and around when you first moved in, trying to find his place on the bed?
For weeks he's had at least one poop-accident a day. I'm mad at myself for feeling more anger than sadness. But between him and Zoe I'm pooped-out. How much more poop can this house hold? The babysitter had to clean his mess today. Just like Mary before her. And JB twice before her. And me everyday except weekends. What to do with poor Mr. B? He's not in pain, just incontinent. What are we supposed to do - leave him outdoors while I'm at work? Someone help.
Good Wishes to Mr. B from the H dog.
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