What I Found

So a few months ago Philip arranged for us to get another dog after he ran the last worthless mutt over with his truck; on "accident." Yeah right. So we got a dog from the humane society.

The new dog was a little weird. It attracked ticks like Murphy's to an estate auction. One evening Philip picked off 78 ticks off the poor puppy. It wasn't playful. It'd walk from outside into Colt and I's room. Sometimes it would lay on the floor next to the couch. The dog was a bum. I asked God to deal with him harshly on doggy judgement day, seriously.

To make things worse it would walk inside to use the bathroom in Colt and I's room. I didn't like the dog too much and Colt hated cleaning up after it. It never really barked at anything either. Oh and somebody named it Peaches.

So this afternoon I walked into the room and the dog was laying under the bed, its ussual spot. I smelled urine and ploppies. So I went to shoo the dog away. Unfortunately its mouth was open and I spotted a white tounge.

"Hey dog, are you dead?"

Then I touched it and sure enough Peaches was out. There was weeping in the house today.

What has two thumbs and is not bothered by Peaches' death? This guy.


So after months of peeing in my room, battling worms, and fighting depresion b/c of having the sissiest name for a dog ever, Peaches the Dog gave up the ghost.