You live too far away
so yeah.. anyone who matters probably knows that last thursday my dog Brotto was returned to the earth. I guess u can call this a eulogy.. but id prefer to call it a remembrance of our time together. I dunno if anyone will read all of it, but im not doin this for anyone.. not even for myself. this is for brotto.
so i dont remember exactly when we got him.. cuz people dont have memories of when they were like 1 or 2. But from what i heard he was from our town pet store, which was open for a short time.. and it was a nice shop, like the kind u see in the old new england streets and stuff.. like a petshop window type of deal. Anyways.. my dad got him cuz he read dachsunds were good with kids and stuff, so in came our shorthaired dachsund pedigree into our lives.
The legend behind the name is kinda lame.. and im not even 100% sure its correct ( i think my mom or dad made it up cuz it was cute) but anyways, the naming story stuck with us. Supposedly when we saw brotto, either me or my older brother tryed to say "brother" but since i was young and couldnt talk it came out as 'brotto'. im glad about the name cuz i hate generic shit and ive never even met another mass of anything called brotto.
so brotto became in essence.. my third brother (before my little brother). Me and him are just a little apart in age, his birthday is November, and mine september. My dad trained him pretty gruffly, u know, the kind where whenever he pooped inside or chewed something, hed get his nose rubbed in it and spanked. and if he pooped hed be put in his cage in the garage. I never liked it, but i was a kid and didnt really understand.. cuz turns out that training worked.
Brotto along with me.. and was always proud of having a dachsund (even though ive heard the word weiner more times than danny could ever say). I brought him to school once, and he was like a fuckin chick magnet.. then we brought him to the school playground and went through the slides, he was mostly scared of all the kids. Although he was pretty well social trained, he bit a kid once cuz the kid punched him in the nose, serves him right, but it was a big ordeal and stuff.
Id say brotto was my biggest idol, even still now. He was short like me, but had the balls of a german shepard. Actually, there was this fuckin huge bitch(literally) that always attacked him.. like the dog was a bear, and put some scars in brotto, he has stitches from her but i remember one time (the time she got him good) brotto ran at her cuz she was chasing me and ran under her legs and grabbed the bitches throat in his jaws.. the dog rolled over and tossed him but he hit the floor and went right back at her. they got eachother pretty good and finally we got them away from eachother. Ginger was her name..and brotto outlived her a good 5-6 years. He was like that with all the dogs in the neighborhood.. probably cuz he had no balls so he didnt want any poon.. but he never liked other dogs.
or cats.
i remember one time i got a cat when i was younger and i was like "ooh shit! a kitty" left him in the room one night and came back and he was torn to pieces.. i was mad at brotto for a while but realized he just wasnt social with other animals by instict.. and was probably protecting me. Cuz brotto is a man dog.. he was made to hunt. Hes chased rabbits into their holes and pulled them up. attacked armadillos, moles, and other stuff that goes into holes. cuz thats what hes designed for.
Another thing we always talk about when talking about brotto is that hes a proffesional mountain climber. My older bro, my dad, brotto, and i have climbed like 17 adirondack mountains and countless other catskills and misc ones. When i was 6 we scaled Mt Marcey (the highest peak in NY) which is a 12 mile hike up. usually the dogs that mountain climb are like sheperds, bigger hounds, and huskies. But brotto climbed that whole shit along with us, and i dont mean like we put him in the bag and carried him.. he'd hop from rock to rock and stuff, although a couple times we'd have to carry him and pass him to a higher cliff or something. Along the hikes ppl would always be amazed at his endurance, and would always take pics. Our last hike together we trekked like 30 miles, got caught in freezing rain, and caught hypothermia.. brotto got pretty tired, but we met this huge guy along the way who carried him home.
i dunno, i have never not been proud of owning a dachsund, especially brotto.. hes always been there for me (as lame as it sounds) and somehow he knew what id be thinking.. he'd whine when i was sad, and tons of time wed end up on the floor taking naps together just listening to music. when i used to have my computer on the ground id be sitting there sometimes with my shirt off, and hed nudge my back with his nose.. it was one of the [cutest] things he ever did.
Our last day together, thursday, i was going to drive up again, but something told me i should spend the day with him.. he was pretty senile, and i think he went blind. we layed for a while.. and i gave him a bath. I took him out in the yard and sat in the sun. later on, i was talking to my mom and i heard him yelp.. i came in and he was crying, and kicking his leg. i held him for a while and the kicking stopped slowly.. his breathing slowed down and finally i couldnt feel it anylonger. i remember shaking him cuz he always used to go to sleep and id think he died.. but id shake him and his eyes would open and hed be like "wtf!?". so i did that and i was thinking "brotto! wake up!! stop fucking around!" cept this time he didnt. i held him for a while but he soon got cold. I buried my dog that night, when we put him in my dad said "so long buddy". for some reason it hit me hard, cuz i realized he was gone.
Whenever id leave home, brotto walked with me to the door, every day of school, everytime i left. I'd always look at his face (it always had so much expression) and think 'i hope you'll be here when i come home'. I felt terrible when he ran away, but we got him back. I am atleast thankful he left this earth in my arms than in a strangers. its the least he deserved.
peace brotto, i'll always love you.
so i dont remember exactly when we got him.. cuz people dont have memories of when they were like 1 or 2. But from what i heard he was from our town pet store, which was open for a short time.. and it was a nice shop, like the kind u see in the old new england streets and stuff.. like a petshop window type of deal. Anyways.. my dad got him cuz he read dachsunds were good with kids and stuff, so in came our shorthaired dachsund pedigree into our lives.
The legend behind the name is kinda lame.. and im not even 100% sure its correct ( i think my mom or dad made it up cuz it was cute) but anyways, the naming story stuck with us. Supposedly when we saw brotto, either me or my older brother tryed to say "brother" but since i was young and couldnt talk it came out as 'brotto'. im glad about the name cuz i hate generic shit and ive never even met another mass of anything called brotto.
so brotto became in essence.. my third brother (before my little brother). Me and him are just a little apart in age, his birthday is November, and mine september. My dad trained him pretty gruffly, u know, the kind where whenever he pooped inside or chewed something, hed get his nose rubbed in it and spanked. and if he pooped hed be put in his cage in the garage. I never liked it, but i was a kid and didnt really understand.. cuz turns out that training worked.
Brotto along with me.. and was always proud of having a dachsund (even though ive heard the word weiner more times than danny could ever say). I brought him to school once, and he was like a fuckin chick magnet.. then we brought him to the school playground and went through the slides, he was mostly scared of all the kids. Although he was pretty well social trained, he bit a kid once cuz the kid punched him in the nose, serves him right, but it was a big ordeal and stuff.
Id say brotto was my biggest idol, even still now. He was short like me, but had the balls of a german shepard. Actually, there was this fuckin huge bitch(literally) that always attacked him.. like the dog was a bear, and put some scars in brotto, he has stitches from her but i remember one time (the time she got him good) brotto ran at her cuz she was chasing me and ran under her legs and grabbed the bitches throat in his jaws.. the dog rolled over and tossed him but he hit the floor and went right back at her. they got eachother pretty good and finally we got them away from eachother. Ginger was her name..and brotto outlived her a good 5-6 years. He was like that with all the dogs in the neighborhood.. probably cuz he had no balls so he didnt want any poon.. but he never liked other dogs.
or cats.
i remember one time i got a cat when i was younger and i was like "ooh shit! a kitty" left him in the room one night and came back and he was torn to pieces.. i was mad at brotto for a while but realized he just wasnt social with other animals by instict.. and was probably protecting me. Cuz brotto is a man dog.. he was made to hunt. Hes chased rabbits into their holes and pulled them up. attacked armadillos, moles, and other stuff that goes into holes. cuz thats what hes designed for.
Another thing we always talk about when talking about brotto is that hes a proffesional mountain climber. My older bro, my dad, brotto, and i have climbed like 17 adirondack mountains and countless other catskills and misc ones. When i was 6 we scaled Mt Marcey (the highest peak in NY) which is a 12 mile hike up. usually the dogs that mountain climb are like sheperds, bigger hounds, and huskies. But brotto climbed that whole shit along with us, and i dont mean like we put him in the bag and carried him.. he'd hop from rock to rock and stuff, although a couple times we'd have to carry him and pass him to a higher cliff or something. Along the hikes ppl would always be amazed at his endurance, and would always take pics. Our last hike together we trekked like 30 miles, got caught in freezing rain, and caught hypothermia.. brotto got pretty tired, but we met this huge guy along the way who carried him home.
i dunno, i have never not been proud of owning a dachsund, especially brotto.. hes always been there for me (as lame as it sounds) and somehow he knew what id be thinking.. he'd whine when i was sad, and tons of time wed end up on the floor taking naps together just listening to music. when i used to have my computer on the ground id be sitting there sometimes with my shirt off, and hed nudge my back with his nose.. it was one of the [cutest] things he ever did.
Our last day together, thursday, i was going to drive up again, but something told me i should spend the day with him.. he was pretty senile, and i think he went blind. we layed for a while.. and i gave him a bath. I took him out in the yard and sat in the sun. later on, i was talking to my mom and i heard him yelp.. i came in and he was crying, and kicking his leg. i held him for a while and the kicking stopped slowly.. his breathing slowed down and finally i couldnt feel it anylonger. i remember shaking him cuz he always used to go to sleep and id think he died.. but id shake him and his eyes would open and hed be like "wtf!?". so i did that and i was thinking "brotto! wake up!! stop fucking around!" cept this time he didnt. i held him for a while but he soon got cold. I buried my dog that night, when we put him in my dad said "so long buddy". for some reason it hit me hard, cuz i realized he was gone.
Whenever id leave home, brotto walked with me to the door, every day of school, everytime i left. I'd always look at his face (it always had so much expression) and think 'i hope you'll be here when i come home'. I felt terrible when he ran away, but we got him back. I am atleast thankful he left this earth in my arms than in a strangers. its the least he deserved.
peace brotto, i'll always love you.