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6.30.2004

this is the part of the story where landry tries to stop spinning and figure out what the fuck is going on around her.

i am going to Atlanta in 2 weeks to put Moufa to sleep
i mean...
what the fuck?!??!
ive been sitting on this for awhile
and i have only told a few people

i can not even talk to melanie about it
at all

i have been "scheduling" time to think about it
which?
i do not know how i do that

and i don't want to tell the story...
because if you don't know him
you will not know
that its not how people know him.

he is a muppet
and a clown
and a relentless ball fetcher
and a lovebug
and smart as a whip
and he swims like crazy for hours
his enthusiasm for everything is phenomenal
he smiles
with his big wide mouth
and big teeth that got him into this mess in the first place.

when people ask me what his name means
i say
"nothing. i made it up"
it is made up after his big mouth.
"Carl" didn't work

i carried him home in the palm of my hand from brooklyn heights
all the way G saying
"you are NOT keeping that dog.
Forget it jenn.
We are absolutely NOT keeping that dog"

he would be 7 on September 5th.
and he is still with me
the only constant in my life for all of these years since.
i bottle fed him for the first 3 months and carried him in a tote bag.

the first time he barked he knocked himself over.
i laughed so hard that i fell over
this tiny little beast with this big mouth and tiny little bark

i left him with my jghh and mark when i left for europe that year
he TERRORIZED them.
the minute i left he had diarrhea all over everywhere
and they knew it wouldn't stop till i showed my face again.
so they took him to jen p's house
"she has dogs! she will know what to do with him!!"
Oscar, her 2 year old dog was PETRIFIED of him.
he was all of 12 pounds at the time.
so off to my parents house in NJ he went.
he barked the entire time i was gone.

i walked in after 2 weeks away
and i hear this deep bark
landry: "What is THAT?!?!"
landry's mom: THAT my dear, is your dog.
out of the crate comes this 30 pound dog.
UM no, where is MY dog?
he had more than doubled his size.
he no longer fit in the cat carrier that they brought him there in.

he is not an easy dog
but he has been worth every ounce of patience that i have needed,
knowledge that i have gained,
stitch in my face
love that i have poured on him
and stress that i have dealt with.

he is everything else that he is
because he is not easy.

.: posted by landry 10:46 AM