bully
3 years ago, we adopted Thurston Howl III from a reputable Chicago rescue.
2 years ago, he decided that he hated a lot of people, especially me.
This blog is my journey to understand why.
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Someone call Jennifer Hudson. This man needs to go on a diet.
Far be it from me to judge him for this. I’ve packed away a few pounds of Hershey’s in one sitting. I’ve changed into a bikini and laid face-up on the carpet until clothes once again fit my body. I’ve been quite literally rolled out of a minivan, unable to move because of an XL pizza I’d polished off.. with one other person.
Like I said, no judgment here. But the pudge is jiggling and the time is now.
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When Thurston gets in one of his moods, the one, the only thing that calms him down is.. the voice of Jackie O.
He could be in the middle of an all-out tantrum and the second after I click YouTube and hurriedly search ‘Jackie Kennedy interview’ to find this link, he melts like butter. His legs collapse from beneath him and he lays down, eyelids heavy. She’s like a sedative.
Hint: Click her picture. Takes you right to the link. Fancy, ain’t it?
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You may have noticed- we have 2 dogs in the house.
(not these guys)Just like the proverbial angel and devil on each shoulder, our lives are full of metaphors.
Thurston is our bully- our devil dog- if you will. Full of something and vinegar, although he doesn’t allow me to cuss, so I’ll censor that bit.
Lovey is our sweet angel dog. She balances out the naughty in him. You’ll see her in our posts and videos, but since she’s rather camera-shy, we’ll focus on the man at hand.
Much like the famous dog-shaming website, I’m hoping that headlining his tactics and behavioral missteps will show him the error of his ways.
Or at least show others that you can still love a naughty dog.
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Merry Christmas from Bully!
Lovey and Thurston are ready to light up the night (walks) thanks to Santa. -
Justin Bieber used to own Thurston before we did. Bet you didn’t know that. I anticipate a major backlash in revealing this, but I’m doing it anyway.
We were in LA in 2009, taking pictures at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre as a limo pulled up. I was so excited to see someone famous that I pulled out my cameraphone and got ready. All I saw was a flash of hair and light and boom, gone.
Only it wasn’t the newly-grown stubble on Justin’s face.. it was Thurston! Attached to his collar was a note:
“Please take care of me. Justin says I’m stealing his thunder and that it could ruin his career.”
As I read the note, I was met with a soft, sweet gaze coupled with a low growl. I scooped him up in my arms and booked an early return flight to Chicago.
I am no Justin Bieber. I don’t have the money or fame that he does (yet) and Thurston knows it. It might very well be the reason he resents me so much.
Welcome to Middle America, buddy.
Even though you look upon me with disdain, Santa will still be bringing you a nice bone on December 25th.
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aer·ate \ˈer-ˌāt\
Definition of AERATE
1: to supply or impregnate (as the soil or a liquid) with air2: to supply (the blood) with oxygen by respiration3 a British : carbonateb : to make light or sparkling(Thank you, Merriam-Webster.)
Whoever or whomever posted this sign makes me giggle.
No sir (or madam), I will not supply my dog with air, oxygen or make my dog light or sparkle when we walk past this sign.
This is my solemn vow.
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That’s right. We’re jumping on the dog shaming bandwagon.
We thought it was such a cute trick when we first adopted him.
“Oh! He can’t wait to have you home! He’s gone in the laundry again and dragged out yesterday’s pair…”Let me be clear, he never chewed them. Never so much as an incisor grazed those things. He simply stole and nuzzled them on the couch. When he decided to be finished, he pushed them between the nearest break in the couch cushions and waited in silence.
This was never really an issue until one day we had company over and everyone was sitting on the couch, commiserating. I felt something underneath me and ever-so-subtly reached to find, you bet, yesterday’s unmentionables, now fully visible to the entire group.
“The dog did it” was all I could muster.
