One of Those Days



Maverick (July 29th, 2000 - April 25th, 1011)

 Today we had to put Maverick down... I remember when we first brought him home as a tiny little puppy that would fit in a cloth basket... He was always getting into one thing or another... But he was more people that dog... He had a very long life and lived longer than many boxers do... But I will miss him and it has been a hard day and hard decision to do what we did.

Maverick playing in the snow... He loved Snow

Maverick loved going on car rides and thought he ruled the road when we would go anywhere... He would stare down other dogs in other cars and people... Little did they know he was a big baby... Although he did get kicked out of obedience school for being too aggressive... He was never that way at home, just out in public... He loved McDonald's French Fries and Taco Bell Chips.. He was his daddy's boy and loved to be a bed hog... He loved playing in the snow, running around the house and playing tug o war... He also had this weird feddish with hair ties... If you sat down on the couch or anywhere else, he would jump up on your head and pull the ties out... We learned real fast to warn people on that or they would have slobber in thier hair.. He was an awesome dog that we will miss forever... There will never be another Maverick... He is one of a kind... I know he and Brandie and Mattie are romping around in doggie heaven right now... I use to joke with mom that all the dogs will be in doggie heaven and she will have to go there to make sure they are OK... She was OK with that... She loved Maverick and Brandie...

Other than that... Things are what they are... Not sure what is what. But nothing I can do about that... I am thinking it may be a good day to go out and get a White Russian... If only I didn't have to drive to get that White Russian... It doesn't mix with my medicines, but I think I am at the point of not caring right now... I think I am really sick of life right now to care what mixes with my medicines or not... I  know that sounds bad, but it is what it is...

I was thinking about Little House on the Prairie and how Laura Ingals was having alot of problems and needed to get closer to God. Pa's need for a son becomes obvious to everyone and when his hopes are fulfilled, he can hardly contain his joy. He devotes all his attention to the new baby boy, leaving Laura feeling jealous and neglected. The joy in the household soon turns to sadness as the baby falls ill and there is no hope for him. Laura can not even bring herself to pray for her brother's recovery, and when tragedy strikes, she blames herself and runs away to be closer to God in hopes of a miracle. She is cared for by Johnathan, a stranger whose wisdom helps her see the light.Wonder if that would work... Go to the highest mountain and build and alter and not go anywhere till God answered... I doubt it, but is a thought of mine... So if for some reason I am not here go look on the highest mountain for an alter being built... that is unless I am so exhausted and decided to jump off head first...

But I am going to go now... I am way tired and not feeling good... Last night was way long and in need of an entire bottle of pain meds... No! Not going to do that, but that is the thought...