The title above sounds like one heck of a cool band name…..”Next on stage, from Rhode Island, we bring you Nostradumbass and the Doggy Death Blues Band, who will play their hit off of their latest album, Wildfire Stallion Bullet Train!”… Enough with the appetizers, here is the main course….

Nostradamus here, isn’t THAT special. Other than writing in quatrain form, his prophecies are no better than yours truly here have been lately. And, please do not ask me to define the word quatrain. Just because I can see the future does not mean that I am a human dictionary. My guess as to what the definition would be involves very fast locomotives….So, no more questions will be fielded at this moment. Thank you. Sure, maybe I didn’t predict that the stock market would crash or that the Twin Tower’s would fall, but I DID foresee the injury that is currently plaguing Joe Borowski (see a few entry’s below) of the Cleveland Indians. It is probably difficult for you to see right now, but I am currently patting myself on the back for that one. A blind squirrel finds a nut every now and again. Yeah, it’s always better to be lucky than good.

What I didn’t foresee in the cards of life was that my childhood pet of roughly thirteen years, Twinkie, would pass away today. I know, I know…Twinkie doesn’t sound like a cool name for a boy’s dog. But, what else should you call a four pound, soft as a pillow, orange ball of fuzz. End of discussion. Thirteen years – That equates into something, like, 114 dog years. Or, let’s try the ol’ desktop calculator….she was approximately 91 doggie years old. That is an awfully long life considering that Lil’ Twinkers had a penchant for non-stop jumping, barking and general annoyance. As excitable as she could be, it’s surprising that her tiny little heart didn’t simply explode from all of the movement throughout the years. She would fidget more than an obsessive compulsive germ-a-phobe attending a flu convention. 

So, to any readers out there who are considering purchasing a Pomeranian, they apparently expire around a bakers’ dozen or so years. Aside from my joking (I hide my pain through humor…this is why I joke about the size of my “unit”. I am dying from the inside out), Twinkie was honestly the best pet that I have ever owned. A great mother to all of her puppies (final count of nine in total), she will be missed. Since moving out of my parent’s house a few years back, it will be odd to enter the front door again and not hear the sound of incessent yapping until the diva that was Twinkie received her desired level of attention. As for delivering a long eulogy, I will pass. Despite Twinkie being a very public person, she strived to maintain her privacy. She wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Miss Twinkie Bunker – 10/3/95 to 4/16/08

Today’s entry will also serve as a pseudo pet cemetary for another one of my good kanine pals. I haven’t had good luck with pets in the last year. So here is to you, Buddy. Didn’t get to know you as well as I would have liked, but you were a cool dude. If only your liver was as gnarly as you.

Lil’ Buddy Smalls aka The Notorius B.U.D…..Buddie was a good bowler and a good puppy. He was one of us.He was a dog who loved the outdoors….and bowling. And as a surfer, he explored the beaches of California from La Hoya to Leo Creole….and Pismo. Goodnight, sweet Prince.

Buddy Mac – 4/29/07 to 6/17/07…Sometimes you eat the bar,and sometimes,ah you know…strikes and gutters,ups and down-I don’y know about you, but I take comfort in that.Well that about does ‘er,wraps ‘er all up…Catch ya later on down the trail.