Bucket of dirt $500
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At the first PSP I took the Alabama boys some of our red dirt. Just a baby food jar but the loved it.
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Reminds me of how my poor bull terrier died. I was to get a stress test at the hospital during late July and figured I'd better get some time in out front on the road so I didn't die on the treadmill. My dogs always liked to go along for the adventures, so I brought Will (Willoughby Eaton, an Asian naming inside joke) along with me. After the turn around on the way back, Will started having to stop a little to rest and recover. Hell, I'm an old man and it was nothing for me, but he had probably eaten some Tupperware and it wasn't sliding on through according to the plan. When we got home, he collapsed on the cool kitchen floor and began to get unresponsive, continuing to pant and all. I eventually pulled him into the shower and started a cool spray to try to revive him a bit. When that didn't work, I left him in the shower and drove over to my vet's who lives about 2 miles away down the country road. He wasn't home at the time so I went back to my place and found Will stiff in the shower. Now it is one thing for an old man to carry a Shih Tzsu outside to bury and quite another to carry an 80 lbs stiffy in rigor mortis out, then dig what is effectively a two ft deep hole in the finely compacted pottery clay of an old farm hill. When I was about deep enough and had reached something of my caring limit, I calmly picked him up by his feet and placed him back down into the hole. His four damn feet, locked in place, cleared the edge of the hole straight up by about four inches, so at that point I continued to fill in the dirt on top of him. When it was completely filled and his paws still stuck out, I pulled away the extra dirt, gently pushed them down, and compacted the dirt on top of them. I kind of expected to see them at a later date, and every time I mow around there, I keep an eye out just in case he wants to make a break for it. ;p By the way, our female bull terrier was named Emma Stir-fry (i.e I'm a stir-fry), keeping to the traditional naming conventions. Both were great dogs.
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mars_hall
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Was really thinking about the dark humor of feet sticking up, refusing to go to the great beyond