Tail-or
6 Years Old
Pit Bull x Boxer
Pit Bull x Boxer
Personality
Tail-or was another one of my dogs. She is no longer with us physically, but her memory lives on. Tail-or was a real goofball. She liked to cuddle, but her passion was sticks and treats. She was also a bad dog, having been caught on multiple occasions with all four paws on the table, stealing food, or getting into the trash. Despite this, she was loved and loved us in return. She was loyal, funny, and patient with three young children. |
Relationships
Me and my family. |
History
Tail-or had many happy years with my family and so therefore there are an array of stories with her and her "bat-ears" that flopped endearingly when she ran.
Let's begin with how she became our dog. Down in the warmer part of the United States, she jumped into my aunt's friend's car. My aunt's friend kenneled her for a while until my aunt offered to take her in and find her a home. My parents went down for a vacation without the kids, leaving us with our grandparents. When they returned, we had a dog! As the story goes, Tail-or gave my dad the puppy dog eyes and he couldn't resist. We all fell in love, and she was the best bad dog we could ever imagine.
We gave Tail-or an old mattress cover for extra warmth in her crate one winter. After a long time, it began to stink bad. The cover was so old that washing it would just tear it apart, so we planned on getting rid of it. We moved it out of her crate, but next thing we knew she was laying on it again. We never did keep her from using that mattress cover. It was her favorite blanket.
One day, while we were out playing in the woods, Tail-or ran through the woods, across the road, and into a golf driving range that was there. She started running around, picking up golf balls and carrying them around. She would pick up one, run around, and drop the one she had already in favor of another one. We eventually caught her and took her home. She often got in trouble for wandering the neighborhood out in the country.
When we were clearing some land away next to the house for a bigger yard, we had to get rid of some trees. When we took one tree and stump down, it left a huge hole in the ground. The rain came and filled the hole, and we decided to throw a stick in it. Tail-or, the bath-hating dog, plunged right in and swam straight for the stick. We had fun watching her swim and kept having her fetch the stick from the water.
There was another instance with her and water that wasn't quite as amusing. We were at my uncle's house, not far from our own, with Tail-or. I believe we were picking berries that day. He has a swimming pool, and the cover was on. Somehow, Tail-or slipped under the fence and walked onto the cover. It collapsed beneath her, and me and my brother started freaking out, young as we were. We knew the danger of the pool cover, and were afraid it would close over her head and she would drown. Thinking quickly, and crying my eyes out, I instructed my younger brother and together we pulled the cover off the pool and out from under Tail-or. She was paddling around, unable to get out, when my parents and older brother arrived. They thought it was hilarious, and we put the stairs in so she could get out.
Tail-or's last adventure was when I was old enough to attend youth group. She had always been a car chaser, even though we lived in the woods. She would chase any that came down or out of the driveway if she happened to be outside at the time. We were in the car, driving down our long driveway. Somehow Tail-or had gotten out and was chasing us, doing her trick of pulling out of the way just in time. Suddenly, we stopped. I didn't know what was going on until I heard her whimpers. She was under the car. Frantically, my dad and brother jacked the car up and got her out. Her one leg was bloody, but she raced home on three legs, her tail wagging. We were all crying, petting her, and thankful she was out from under the car. My parents had us walk to our grandparents [who lived a short walk through the woods away], so they could take her to the vet. When they finally picked us up, however, she had passed away. She hadn't made it to the vet, and we think she had internal bleeding. She was wrapped in her favorite blanket and buried in the woods.
Tail-or had many happy years with my family and so therefore there are an array of stories with her and her "bat-ears" that flopped endearingly when she ran.
Let's begin with how she became our dog. Down in the warmer part of the United States, she jumped into my aunt's friend's car. My aunt's friend kenneled her for a while until my aunt offered to take her in and find her a home. My parents went down for a vacation without the kids, leaving us with our grandparents. When they returned, we had a dog! As the story goes, Tail-or gave my dad the puppy dog eyes and he couldn't resist. We all fell in love, and she was the best bad dog we could ever imagine.
We gave Tail-or an old mattress cover for extra warmth in her crate one winter. After a long time, it began to stink bad. The cover was so old that washing it would just tear it apart, so we planned on getting rid of it. We moved it out of her crate, but next thing we knew she was laying on it again. We never did keep her from using that mattress cover. It was her favorite blanket.
One day, while we were out playing in the woods, Tail-or ran through the woods, across the road, and into a golf driving range that was there. She started running around, picking up golf balls and carrying them around. She would pick up one, run around, and drop the one she had already in favor of another one. We eventually caught her and took her home. She often got in trouble for wandering the neighborhood out in the country.
When we were clearing some land away next to the house for a bigger yard, we had to get rid of some trees. When we took one tree and stump down, it left a huge hole in the ground. The rain came and filled the hole, and we decided to throw a stick in it. Tail-or, the bath-hating dog, plunged right in and swam straight for the stick. We had fun watching her swim and kept having her fetch the stick from the water.
There was another instance with her and water that wasn't quite as amusing. We were at my uncle's house, not far from our own, with Tail-or. I believe we were picking berries that day. He has a swimming pool, and the cover was on. Somehow, Tail-or slipped under the fence and walked onto the cover. It collapsed beneath her, and me and my brother started freaking out, young as we were. We knew the danger of the pool cover, and were afraid it would close over her head and she would drown. Thinking quickly, and crying my eyes out, I instructed my younger brother and together we pulled the cover off the pool and out from under Tail-or. She was paddling around, unable to get out, when my parents and older brother arrived. They thought it was hilarious, and we put the stairs in so she could get out.
Tail-or's last adventure was when I was old enough to attend youth group. She had always been a car chaser, even though we lived in the woods. She would chase any that came down or out of the driveway if she happened to be outside at the time. We were in the car, driving down our long driveway. Somehow Tail-or had gotten out and was chasing us, doing her trick of pulling out of the way just in time. Suddenly, we stopped. I didn't know what was going on until I heard her whimpers. She was under the car. Frantically, my dad and brother jacked the car up and got her out. Her one leg was bloody, but she raced home on three legs, her tail wagging. We were all crying, petting her, and thankful she was out from under the car. My parents had us walk to our grandparents [who lived a short walk through the woods away], so they could take her to the vet. When they finally picked us up, however, she had passed away. She hadn't made it to the vet, and we think she had internal bleeding. She was wrapped in her favorite blanket and buried in the woods.