I read on the internet somewhere that no one wants to hear about the 'real' stuff in our lives if we want to have a successful blog. I don't agree. Our hobby like real life shapes us into the people we are out in the world and here on the internet.
Mason came to us from a shelter in Richmond Virginia where the people who found him had called him 'hit-by' due to the fact he hat been hit by a diesel truck of some sort. I was on my way overseas and my wife decided a dog was something she wanted so we got a roughly year old dog. He was a mixed pit-bull, chow, lab. He liked carpets, red sauce, and fuzzy squeaking toys.
Over the years from his behavior we surmised that he wasn't taken care of well early in his life and as he got older we just wanted to make sure that he was treated better then when things started out for him. I always worried that he would suffer as he got older.
Around the holidays we decided that it was best for him to stay with Nanny and Poppa because the smell of new carpet and flooring in the kitchen really 'riles' a dog up! :P
Mason died this morning at the bottom of the stairs of Nanny and Poppa's after thirteen good years with us.
I'll be in the corner missing my dog...
CK
