Cow Manure and Cupcakes

Four days ago my four-year-old German Shepherd, Hank, died.  Randomly.  I woke up to him next to our bed, not breathing and already started to decompose.  I had to put his body in a sheet and drag him outside and bury him.  It began to storm so I had to dig as fast as possible.  It felt as though the rain understood my sadness and arrived in sympathy.

My family and I are grieving. We have three German Shepherds and he was the youngest so we were blindsided, to say the least.  He was our baby and though fiercely protective of our home, he was gentle and affectionate and I don’t know how I will find life normal without him in it.

He had this weird obsession with rocks.  He loved to chew on them, bring them in the house and drop one in my lap then pick ip back up, as though he was showing off a prize.  Sometimes,  in the middle of the night I would step on them and experience a pain similiar to a lego.  I am trying to find an idea to memorialize him with rocks.  The thought of his life not being memorialized in some manner is not something I can live with.

Today is my daughter’s seventh birthday.  This morning, I dropped my daughter off at school, went to the store and purchased wrapping paper, tape, cupcakes and cow manure.  The cow manure is for the burial I made for Hank to aid the decomposition.  The cupcakes were for her class at school.  The cashier commented “Cow manure and cupcakes, that is a weird mix”, and she was right.  Never in a million years did I think I would purchase cupcakes and cow manure during the same shopping trip.  They are an inconceivable match.  But life isn’t concerned with symmetry or fairness.  Sometimes the sweet and the not so sweet show up on the same day.

INFP-HIGH FUNCTIONING INTROVERT

Emotional intelligence is critical to success.  The advent of technology coupled with psychology has paved the way for career success.  As an INFP, I love working with people and helping people.  I take pleasure in observing the success of others.  Especially if I feel I may have influenced a small part of that success.  Value is placed on time spent in solitude, but it is people that drive me.  I need to feel I have participated in the improvement of someone’s life for the better.  A life not spent in the service of others is empty to me.  So, while I may be an introvert, I am an extrovert in the work/service portion of my life.

Hank

This is the story of Hank.  He is our youngest dog.  My fiancé will never admit it, but he  loves puppies.  He saw pics of black German Shepherd puppies online and made up his mind to own one.  I did not want another dog.  We had two and they kept me plenty busy. Nonetheless, Hank came to live with us when he was 12 weeks old.  After he stole my sandwich, ate part of our leather couch and destroyed several of my shoes, I was ready to return him.  But I couldn’t do it.  The children and Luis were very attached, and whether or not I wanted to admit it, I was too.  The first two years of a dog’s life are usually the hardest for humans.  It gets easier every day and he is and always will be, a part of our family.

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My name is Hank. These other fur balls ? They are my brothers and sisters. Even though we look like tiny black bears, we are German Shepherds.
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I was adopted March 2015 by the Rivas family. This is my best friend Paola. She is one of my favorite humans because she likes to eat snacks and play, just like me.
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These are my housemates Marcy and Rocco. Marcy keeps the order in the house. Rocco is the muscle. He is overweight because he hates exercise and doesn’t like to do anything that will work up a sweat.
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I’m a growing boy so in addition to lots of play, exercise and training, I need sleep.
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A lot of sleep.
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Zzzzzzzz….
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Zzzzzzzz…..
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Did I mention I like to sleep?
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I love this human.
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We are best friends.
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I am the tallest dog in the house, he is the tallest human. We both out-eat everyone.
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Rocco is observing what I have learned in Begging 101. He is an expert.
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A few months ago, I went trick or treating. My human was sneaking me smarties behind our human-dad’s back.
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Sometimes I get myself into trouble.
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Like this time.
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Or this time.
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Or this time.
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This time was really bad. I had to go to the ER and get stitches.
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You get the picture.
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I’ve been working the fridge watch since I was five months old. Sometimes I get lucky and find a cracker.
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I also love playing outside.
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Especially when it is a group effort.
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My food bowl is one of my most precious items.
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I just turned a year old. I’ve grown alot and still have more growing to do. Thank you for reading my story.