my dog vinnie died on this day a few years ago
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- my dad used to take vinnie duck hunting, and sometimes he would get bored and go to the middle of the swamp and pull down a half rotted tree and drag it back to the shore. Like, a 14 foot tree.i used to take him hiking on these cliffs called 'devil's pulpit' and he totally could rock climb!
- one time vinnie and this other dog jethro found a dead deer on the road and dragged it home as a present for us. (ew)
- when I would drive with vinnie in the car, he would try to attack anyone that came near it. thus no speeding tickets. He also bit the rearview mirror off.
- one christmas vinnie was like, possessed or something. normally somewhat well behaved, he tore into the living room and ate a GIANT platter of mini muffins in front of everyone. He ate them all (like 70 of them) in about ½ a minute. then once he ate my dad's garden hose and pooped green chunks. he also ate a pair of nail clippers.
When we got vinnie (like all my dads dogs!) he had been abused by his previous owners. My dad actually stole him from these crazy people. so (I was 12) he used to attack me and bite me and maul me because my dad's method of 'fixing' an abused dog is to like, overlove them until they get so annoyed they stop being mean (it works, you just lay on them and hug them all the time and stuff). I have scars on my arms from him breaking my skin, the surly motherfucker. But ah well, he came around.
- one time vinnie and this other dog jethro found a dead deer on the road and dragged it home as a present for us. (ew)
- when I would drive with vinnie in the car, he would try to attack anyone that came near it. thus no speeding tickets. He also bit the rearview mirror off.
- one christmas vinnie was like, possessed or something. normally somewhat well behaved, he tore into the living room and ate a GIANT platter of mini muffins in front of everyone. He ate them all (like 70 of them) in about ½ a minute. then once he ate my dad's garden hose and pooped green chunks. he also ate a pair of nail clippers.
When we got vinnie (like all my dads dogs!) he had been abused by his previous owners. My dad actually stole him from these crazy people. so (I was 12) he used to attack me and bite me and maul me because my dad's method of 'fixing' an abused dog is to like, overlove them until they get so annoyed they stop being mean (it works, you just lay on them and hug them all the time and stuff). I have scars on my arms from him breaking my skin, the surly motherfucker. But ah well, he came around.
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