Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Ms. Bobo
I figured I'd write a blog about my first dog, Ms. Bobo.
Miss Bobo has turned 13 this year. This makes her quite the old bitty. Her story is an interesting one.
I got Miss BoBo in 1993 after my grandmother died. I got her from the north shore animal league in Long Island NY. It was love at first sight. She was the only dog that seemed to try to communicate with me as I looked into all the pens at all of the dogs. I still remember her putting her paw up to the front of the cage like it was yesterday.
Because I had inherited my grandmothers apartment I was unaware that dogs (specifically) were not allowed. There were others in the building that had small dogs so I didn't think anything of it. Well, anyway regardless I had decided to make a try at living in Cali. Some selfish ish and I didn't think much of what would happen to Ms. Bobo. This was the beginning of her journey with my family and away from it.
She first lived in a friends basement. That didn't last nor did it work. Then she stayed in my mother's apartment off and on. There were no dogs allowed there either. She lived in our car for some time one winter. She lived with a stripper who kept her for us for a little while. She stayed in Connecticut for a while at my aunts house in the country and actually she ran away from there and was found walking on a road which just happened to be on the way back to where we were living. That family wanted to keep her. Then she came back to our apartment and lived there illegally for over a year. She was paper trained and walked in the dead of night not as often as we would have like to. But we managed to keep her. Then I moved into a place up the block and was able to keep her. She was my guard dog. I was living alone with my baby girl on a sub-ground floor apartment on a not so great. I was never robbed and no one ever fug'd with me. Then once again I thought I'd go try again in Cali (ugh, don't ask, some more of my dumb shit.) Luckily enough I was able top get someone to not only sublet my apartment but the condition was that they had to take care of my dog. So, upon my return I lost my apartment but kept my dog. Which was cool cause I just moved back into another unit. This is where that above picture was taken. I'd say Ms. Bobo was about6 or 7 at the time. Well anyway I eventually had to move back home where Ms. Bobo was not allowed. That worked for a little while but eventually the landlord got stank about it and Ms. Bobo then went to live in a long term kenel. It was an interesting place because the man that ran it actually kept all these animals in his house. She lived with many cats and dogs etc. She stayed there for some time and this kind sir at some point fell in love with Ms. Bobo and I guess thought he was going to keep her as well. I remember the day my parents came back to NY from a trip down south to get everything, including Ms. Bobo. After not seeing us for over a year when we got there it was like she knew it was time to go. Every time she had lived elsewhere I think some way she knew we would always come to get her. Ms. Bobo has never left us since.
My mother had promised Ms. Bobo a farm. They both have that now. The funny shit is when I talk to friends and folks I haven't talked to in quite a while they always ask about Ms. Bobo. They are always shocked at the answer and reply "God you STILL have that dog?!"
Damn skippy!
thend.
I figured I'd write a blog about my first dog, Ms. Bobo.
Miss Bobo has turned 13 this year. This makes her quite the old bitty. Her story is an interesting one.
I got Miss BoBo in 1993 after my grandmother died. I got her from the north shore animal league in Long Island NY. It was love at first sight. She was the only dog that seemed to try to communicate with me as I looked into all the pens at all of the dogs. I still remember her putting her paw up to the front of the cage like it was yesterday.
Because I had inherited my grandmothers apartment I was unaware that dogs (specifically) were not allowed. There were others in the building that had small dogs so I didn't think anything of it. Well, anyway regardless I had decided to make a try at living in Cali. Some selfish ish and I didn't think much of what would happen to Ms. Bobo. This was the beginning of her journey with my family and away from it.
She first lived in a friends basement. That didn't last nor did it work. Then she stayed in my mother's apartment off and on. There were no dogs allowed there either. She lived in our car for some time one winter. She lived with a stripper who kept her for us for a little while. She stayed in Connecticut for a while at my aunts house in the country and actually she ran away from there and was found walking on a road which just happened to be on the way back to where we were living. That family wanted to keep her. Then she came back to our apartment and lived there illegally for over a year. She was paper trained and walked in the dead of night not as often as we would have like to. But we managed to keep her. Then I moved into a place up the block and was able to keep her. She was my guard dog. I was living alone with my baby girl on a sub-ground floor apartment on a not so great. I was never robbed and no one ever fug'd with me. Then once again I thought I'd go try again in Cali (ugh, don't ask, some more of my dumb shit.) Luckily enough I was able top get someone to not only sublet my apartment but the condition was that they had to take care of my dog. So, upon my return I lost my apartment but kept my dog. Which was cool cause I just moved back into another unit. This is where that above picture was taken. I'd say Ms. Bobo was about6 or 7 at the time. Well anyway I eventually had to move back home where Ms. Bobo was not allowed. That worked for a little while but eventually the landlord got stank about it and Ms. Bobo then went to live in a long term kenel. It was an interesting place because the man that ran it actually kept all these animals in his house. She lived with many cats and dogs etc. She stayed there for some time and this kind sir at some point fell in love with Ms. Bobo and I guess thought he was going to keep her as well. I remember the day my parents came back to NY from a trip down south to get everything, including Ms. Bobo. After not seeing us for over a year when we got there it was like she knew it was time to go. Every time she had lived elsewhere I think some way she knew we would always come to get her. Ms. Bobo has never left us since.
My mother had promised Ms. Bobo a farm. They both have that now. The funny shit is when I talk to friends and folks I haven't talked to in quite a while they always ask about Ms. Bobo. They are always shocked at the answer and reply "God you STILL have that dog?!"
Damn skippy!
thend.
