Peanut Bengal will be missed forever.  I have that Whitney Houston song stuck in my head… “And I… will always love you” complete with Saxophone solo.  Peanut was a Shlepard…. 1/2 lab, 1/2 shepard. I got the call this morning from my parents.  When they called last night to tell me, I had already passed out because I had thrown up a lot at dinner, and was coughing a lot.  I got home and passed out.  Today, I was on the ellipticals when I got the call… I was running with tears running down my face.  At 1st I thought my dad was kidding, then I was like “oh well” then all these thoughts came into my head– the feeling of Peanut’s tongue against my face when I came back from jogging.  There was this one time when Peanut ran through the back-yard screen to demolish my punching bag!  He was NOT allowed to run through the screen, and that was an expensive 180 pound bag… but it was priceless!  He was scared of it, and kept crying the whole time… 1st he barked at it, then he growled at it, and then (since it was still swinging from my last hit), he bit it, and swung from it…  he tore it up, and torrents of sand poured out.  Then he kept at it…. tearing piece after piece of canvas.   There was just a tiny piece of canvas that he could barely reach… he was already jumping to reach what he reached.  It was this tiny piece, and this metal chain hanging from a tree…. there was a pile of sand, and a growling jumping dog with bleeding teeth.  It was time to put away the chain!

Peanut was so fun!  He’d drag me around with a leash while I wore rollerblades.  He’s jumped out of the car one time while I was driving.  He smoked pot and ate pieces that fell.  He’d eat just about anything.  He was scared of the pool… puppyhood trauma.  He ate the crotch off one of my girlfriend’s jeans (not while she was wearing them).  He loved to lick my other dog’s crotch all the time.  He could sit, paw, and balance a milk-bone on his nose.  When I’d be gone for a while (especially when I was couch-surfing all of 2007),  and then come home, he’d lay on the ground and cry and wait for me to rub his tummy.  He’d sing when I played piano. He’d lay at the foot of my bed. He loved to play fetch!  Even at his age, he’d still run fast. He was strong… he was cute… he was friendly…  he will be missed!  I’ll post photos and videos of him lately… I have a bunch.