r. i. p. big chuck...
Big Chuck was a rescued lemon basset hound we adopted in January of 1998. At the time he was seven or eight years old and was a perfect companion to our three year old blue basset, Harvey. Chuck and Harvey were best buds for a couple years until Harvey died from stomach cancer. Chuck was miserable. He moped and cried for weeks. Then Henry, another blue, was introduced into the family at eight weeks old. He and Chuck became fast friends.
I loved Big Chuck up until the day he bit Logan. That was May 1st of 2002. From that day on I tolerated Big Chuck because that's what wives do when their husbands can't bear to remove an animal that has attacked said husband's own flesh and blood. Big Chuck was old and set in his ways and did not need to be around children at all. I continued to tolerate him until he snapped at Logan again, just before Caleb was born. At that point Lynn knew it was time to either find Big Chuck a new home or I'd be dispatching one of my brothers to take care of Chuck as they saw fit. My inlaws took Big Chuck in and he was able to live out his last months and years in the lap of luxury. He had a companion in their pound puppy, Lance. They have a nice shaded yard in which Big Chuck could lounge and bark at golfers and birds to his heart's content. He had broccoli, cauliflower and carrots for dinner along with his dog food every night. Aside from all those perks he got all the attention he could ever want, whenever he wanted it. Plus there were rarely any little kids around to torment him. Although I cannot say how he was treated before we knew him, I know he lived a comfortable life with us and our family.
We knew Big Chuck's time was nearing its end. When my inlaws were up helping with the new baby Chuck became very sick and couldn't/wouldn't take any food or water. Big Chuck passed away last weekend while we were away for the wedding.
Rest in peace, Big Chuck. Here's to a steady stream of golfers, birds and squirrels to keep you barking to your little heart's eternal content.
I loved Big Chuck up until the day he bit Logan. That was May 1st of 2002. From that day on I tolerated Big Chuck because that's what wives do when their husbands can't bear to remove an animal that has attacked said husband's own flesh and blood. Big Chuck was old and set in his ways and did not need to be around children at all. I continued to tolerate him until he snapped at Logan again, just before Caleb was born. At that point Lynn knew it was time to either find Big Chuck a new home or I'd be dispatching one of my brothers to take care of Chuck as they saw fit. My inlaws took Big Chuck in and he was able to live out his last months and years in the lap of luxury. He had a companion in their pound puppy, Lance. They have a nice shaded yard in which Big Chuck could lounge and bark at golfers and birds to his heart's content. He had broccoli, cauliflower and carrots for dinner along with his dog food every night. Aside from all those perks he got all the attention he could ever want, whenever he wanted it. Plus there were rarely any little kids around to torment him. Although I cannot say how he was treated before we knew him, I know he lived a comfortable life with us and our family.
We knew Big Chuck's time was nearing its end. When my inlaws were up helping with the new baby Chuck became very sick and couldn't/wouldn't take any food or water. Big Chuck passed away last weekend while we were away for the wedding.
Rest in peace, Big Chuck. Here's to a steady stream of golfers, birds and squirrels to keep you barking to your little heart's eternal content.
posted by Amy at 1:01 PM
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