Recently, my good friend wrote a blog post about her pet dog Tina, who sadly has been deceased for many years now. It was really incredible - and it inspired me to write a post about my female dog. For the past roughly 5 years now, i have grown up with a dog - a male dog - named Hunter and he was in all honesty my best friend. We rescued him after he was abandoned by a series of owners (about 6 or 7 in total according to the same vet who treated him) and it was perhaps the greatest decision of our lives in my opinion. He has proven to be everything we ever wanted out a dog - unshakably loyal, dutiful, fiercely intelligent, kind, loving and reliable, not to mention very (maybe even a little excessively) overprotective. And while I was perfectly content with the him, apparently my father wasn't. So sometime last April, in what was a spur of the moment decision (literally), my mom and dad purchased another dog from some viejo roof repairman - she was 10 months old. Apparently, she was heavily abused as well - much worse than hunter. They cut off he "thumb" paws on both front legs, she was frighteningly thin, scared and a large part of her left ear was ripped off by the owner's other dogs. I won't even begin to address her psychological problems. Nonetheless, we got her and when I found out I was livid - i mean LIVID. Mainly it was because of the stress of having two dogs- but additionally it was the expenses, inconvenience and overall hassle of having TWO weimaraners (when one is needy enough). I began plotting how long it would take for my dad to realize what an epic mistake he had made and send her away - possibly to my relatives in Spain or wherever - just anywhere away from home! I could not wait until we got rid of her and everytime my dad flipped a shit and beat her senseless (which sadly happens like daily) I kept thinking it would only be a matter of days. Little did I know that I wouldn't stand a chance against her charms when I arrived home for the summer and little did i know that only a month or so later, I wouldn't be able to imagine home without her. Yes, she was - actually still is a monster and she has proven herself to be quite a whore, but she's also family now and undeniable one of the cutest things i've ever seen, even if she is a monster.
My little monster's name is Ashley.
TBC - class is ending so i need to amscray.
