It’s been almost 18 months on the 15th since I lost my sweet boy.. I miss him every day… and sometimes the waves of emotion come up occasionally and my cheeks get wet… but more times there are smiles.. and we now laugh when we talk about scenarios, incidents, memories and just shake our heads at the memories we have of that fun loving pup…
I have to share a squeakie toy story with you…. And hopefully you will laugh out loud like we do when we talk about it…
Franklin was a “squeak-a-holic” He failed the 12 step program.. trust me.. I know… He LOOOOOOOOOVED his squeaky toys… squeaky hamburger… squeaky turkey girl… squeaky pork chop…. squeaky chicken legs… and his all time favorite.. squeaky sausage! I’m sensing a food theme here.. lol
Well, my sweetie had friended this guy who is a race car driver… yes.. my guy loves Nascar. So.. Kirk, (the driver) befriends my sweetie and offers him to work in the pit crew. Well.. instant smile on my guys face.. and over a year or so, my sweetie Fred would go out to Kirk’s and hang out and talk cars, races, etc. You can eat off of Kirk’s garage floor… that’s what type of driver Kirk is. He’s rich… and sometimes shows it.. and when he does.. I really don’t like him.. he’s an ass. But… onto the story…..
So.. Kirk is married and has two young boys… one is 3 and the other one is 5 at the time of the story… We are looking at the summer of 2008 here.. we had finished our addition and we were now building our deck and pergola. Franklin was 9 and Maggie was 7. Both in great health.. and having great days being a dog!
On one partifular nice Saturday, we are in the backyard.. and we have ressure treated wood everywhere and, not to mention, power tools. And who shows up? Kirk and his family. So we are talking in the backyard.. and he starts telling us how he would level this, and level that, and build a rock partio over there.. and extend out the ridge so that you had more backyard room, etc.. and he knows people who work for the city and he could have it done in a snap of a finger.. and he would rip out my lily gardens.. (WHOA!!!! WTF buddy.. you just said rip out my lilies? The ones that have taken me years to grow and mature?? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr) Needless to say.. I was not impressed with his attitude and I could see my Fred looking at me with the look of dread in his eyes.. lol.
The dogs are loose in the backyard.. and there are squeaky toys everywhere!! And.. there is a 3 year old….
So.. Kirk’s wife goes in the house to use the bathroom.. and I am in the kitchen…so is Franklin. Kirk and Fred are outside in the back yard.. as well as the two boys… and the little one… finds Mr Squeaky Sausage… I could hear it… eeeeekkkk eeeeeekkkk eeeeeekkkk eeeeeeekkk…. And so could Franklin.. who stood looking out the patio door.. saying…. Wtf? You can’t play without me? Wait for me!!!!!
Here’s what happens next..
Kirk’s wife opens door to go outside…
Franklin runs outside.. he wants to play squeakie.. .. come on…. throw the squeakie, throw the squeakie!!
Kirk’s son sees Franklin running for him…. And screams… AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!
Kirk’s son runs the other way.. still squeaking the squeaky…. eeeeekkkk eeeeeekkkk eeeeeekkkk eeeeeeekkk AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!
Franklin runs after him…. Come on…. throw the squeakie, throw the squeakie!!
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!
eeeeekkkk eeeeeekkkk eeeeeekkkk eeeeeeekkk AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!
Come on….. throw the squeakie, throw the squeakie!!
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!
eeeeekkkk eeeeeekkkk eeeeeekkkk eeeeeeekkk AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!
Come on… throw the squeakie, throw the squeakie!!
I proceed to run outside to get Franklin.. and step right on the orange blossom stalks that I had just cut down to ground level (because that is where the new deck is going) and puncture my foot, yes.. I was barefoot!!
So here I am sitting on the ground, holding my bleeding foot.. calling Franklin and laughing my ass off at the scenario in my backyard.
Kirks grabs his son.. who drops the squeaky… and Franklin picks up his squeaky and stands there with his tail and bum waggin….
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
To this day.. we say… remember when…. AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!! eeeeekkkk eeeeeekkkk eeeeeekkkk eeeeeeekkk Come on….. throw the squeakie, throw the squeakie
Of course you have to do it in 3 different voices…
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I still have that squeaky sausage…. It’s beside Franklin every day!!
Bark atcha later!
Oh my dear Christine!!! You succeeded!!! I am LMAO and LOL Tooooo funny!
I can just see the terror is rich boy’s face as he sees Franklin running after baby rich bou! Don’t need a video… you lainted the picture vividly and with great sound effects!!
That picture is soooo adorable. It captures Franlin’s smile and happiness perfectly!! As does is tribute space.
A very special boy indeed. Having his love is a richness that money can’t buy, that’s for sure!
Sending extra hugs and love…and thanks for the laughs Franklin!!
Sally and Happy Hannah and Merry Myrtle too!
Ps. Did rich boy ever come to visit again?
Yay Franklin. I love that story Chris. It made me smile. I love the good stories. Not so much the bleeding foot but the thought of Franklin chasing him around for the squeaky sausage. Keep sharing those wonderful stories. We miss you Franklin.
Hugs
Michelle & Angel Sassy
Christine,
That story is hysterical. Reminds me of when Blink ran after my husbands 10 yr old nephew barking. The kid was terrified but wouldn’t stop running even though we told him to stop and Blink would stop. The kid spent the rest of the visit in his parents car even though I had Blink on a leash and she was all happy wanting to play. Thanks for the great laugh.
Penny
OMD I LOVE that story Christine, squeaky sausage, freaked out kid and hysterically funny puppy…life doesn’t get any better! Thanks for the view into an unforgettable day.
P.S. Did you ever put the new deck in there?