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i imagined myself in the guise of a long deceased favorite childhood pet. |
I count my dearly departed mother (the late AKA purebred Harriet Kuritsky) as the greatest underdog who ever roamed this earth! She earned her stars and stripes (on each of each faux paus) and howling bark a rolls when said mistress of doggerel doggedly padded down the runt way head held high and tail happily wagging! Time and again, thy priestess pooch coveted and thence garnered prestigious golden bone award emblazoned with the highest praise held for a bitch in heat in all the millennial annals of dogdom, and without whose bona fido love kept me from a paw city of self worth and a potential tailspin into gloom! This upcoming May (two thousand and eight) marks the third anniversary whence this canine succumbed to the jawboning gimlet eyed grim reaper, where said queen of the “man’s and woman’s best friend” lies in a state of eternal bliss! Even nearly three years after her passing from the temporal plain, no other dog approached being held with as much esteem in the pet a file domain! Upon the yearly anniversary whence persona and dogma left me mama, the United States Beagle Corps play Rover Lee (reveille for the novitiate) tapped out with salty dog rag like schmaltz! No doubt (especially some of you stray alley cats and junk yard dogs) beg and drool to differ at such holier than thou Canis Major hoopla! Please feel free to offer this, that or the other bone to pick! This (ahem) boxer of sorts feels ready to duke out any pugnacious mutt! Specialists (such as the reputable Morris the cat) scooped, scoured and sniffed out the figurative poop deck to accumulate a veritable truckload of faded yet indisputable circumstantial paw prints! Testimonials left a clear cut territorially marked trail (to whit and far as this nose can smell), that countless canine studs boarded the greyhound gravy train to make the trek for the express purpose to become the lucky underdog and sire offspring! The progeny borne forth from such an invaluable “bitch in heat” would be deemed more precious and valuable than the most rare gem or jewel east of Eden or this side of paradise! Before the advent of insemination and subsequent birth of one or more puppies, the biological frenzied phenomena triggered auctioned bids to be placed on this longest domesticated animal! News of impregnation spread like wildfire! As the impending due date loomed ever closer, an immediate hushed lull descended upon the crowded air of the barely visible esplanade! Harriet (from the months earlier precision guided laser precision of mechanical engineer and soon to be proud papa Boyce) made whimpering sounds in quick succession with the approach of Labrador day! Complete dilation and miraculous genesis would be very close at paw! Although a true-blooded (yet not necessarily young whipper snapper) trooper, Harriet possessed an amazing tooth and claw tensile strength! No matter the presence of that bite the post person in the calf esprit de corps, a growling rumor circulated that mine mutter denigrated as some lady and the tramp! When biology in tandem with mothe rnature decreed, she aggressively bore down with ear splitting yelps and wails! The spasmodic painful contractions forced an impulse to chump down on the figurative bullet, and any helping hands that might find themselves in the zone whence teeth did snap shut like a vice! An ordinarily gentle and playful creature (who liked to keep a long leash on life), Harriet licked one adversity after another, yet that indomitable will power inevitably got clamped tight from the invisible steel trap of death! Before reduced to this grim forecast, the life force within yielded progeny to carry the gene pool and lineage! Whenever her facial muscles relaxed every now and again, the slackened tissue oral tissue revealed a brightly colored strip of blood red gums! A trickle then rivulet of foamy saliva dribbled then flowed out! Nature set the pace and tone whence gestation would commence and be complete! Between advent of expectant motherhood, and expulsion of scrawny sac of new life, a cycle of cleaving, loosening and moaning (possibly akin to being impaled by a terrible swift sword) would ordain that vigilance be maintained! Elimination of that nutrient rich amniotic bag would signal the finality of labor! An indistinguishable and amorphous mass of wet fur exited (or more accurately got expelled) from the womb! This issuance hardly registered a audible whimper from one haggard and tired older pup! |