Hello, everyone! I'm Peaceandlove67 or Antonia. BingoPB inspired me to do an article like this with her article, "The Story of Bingo". I've told many of you about Diesel, but I didn't really tell you his full story. Here it goes.
Diesel was born January 2, 2004. He was one of eight puppies, four females and four males. I was five years old at the time, and because I didn't have any friends, I was really lonely. My aunt and uncle decided to get me a puppy to keep me company. They decided on the Siberian Husky, because I was obsessed with the movie, Snow Dogs. My aunt and uncle found a breeder close to us, (we were still living in Illinois at the time). Anyway, I got to meet those cute puppies. I thought they were all so cute. How could I possibly choose just one? I never got to choose a puppy, because one puppy chose me. He had rust red fur with white markings, and he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I almost named him Ringo, but I settled on Diesel. Diesel was the name of one of the dogs on Snow Dogs. He was a red husky, too.
Diesel matured into the best dog ever. He was a great help in getting me to kick the habit of self-harm. One day, when I tried to cut, he took the pocket knife from me and dropped it at my uncle's feet. Another time, I tried to cut with scissors. He made a noise that sounded like he was saying "NOOOOOOO!" I laughed and forgot all about cutting. Siberian Huskies typically don't attach to just one person. They love everyone. Diesel loved everyone, but he formed a special bond with me. He was MY dog as far as he was concerned. Correction: I was HIS girl.
Diesel had a big vocabulary. He had different sounds for different words. He could say "Husky", "Hello", "Help!", "I love you", "Feed me", "Walk", "Run around", and "Hamburger". Of course, he could say other things. If I listed them all, it would fill up the entire article. There was once when my nasty neighbor was arguing with his wife over something dumb. My best friend, RocknRollSoul60 (Paul), said, "I wonder if there's anything they DON'T argue about." Diesel made a noise that sounded like he said, "Oh, my dog!" We laughed, and I said, "My feelings exactly!"
Diesel was not only very smart, but he was incredibly friendly. He got along with other dogs and non-canine creatures. He also got along with every human he met, except for the nasty neighbor I mentioned, but nobody got along with him. He was just a wonderful dog. I am grateful that I had him.
Sadly, all good things come to an end. In April 2016, Diesel died peacefully in his sleep at the age of twelve. I was glad that he died in his favorite place, the living room. I think the living room was his favorite place, because it was where we would watch movies as a family. It was where Diesel could be with his "pack". He was buried on a special hill near my house. It could be legally done, because my aunt and uncle own the property, and it's not incorporated. Fluffy and Stone would later be buried near him. Sadie was cremated, because that's what my uncle wanted, and she was really my uncle's dog, but I loved her, too. Anyway, like all of the dogs in my life, I'm thankful to have had Diesel for all those years. I miss him every day as well as the other dogs I've mentioned. This is kind of an in memory article about Diesel, considering that January 2 would have been his fourteenth birthday.
Peace and love,
Antonia
Diesel was born January 2, 2004. He was one of eight puppies, four females and four males. I was five years old at the time, and because I didn't have any friends, I was really lonely. My aunt and uncle decided to get me a puppy to keep me company. They decided on the Siberian Husky, because I was obsessed with the movie, Snow Dogs. My aunt and uncle found a breeder close to us, (we were still living in Illinois at the time). Anyway, I got to meet those cute puppies. I thought they were all so cute. How could I possibly choose just one? I never got to choose a puppy, because one puppy chose me. He had rust red fur with white markings, and he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I almost named him Ringo, but I settled on Diesel. Diesel was the name of one of the dogs on Snow Dogs. He was a red husky, too.
Diesel matured into the best dog ever. He was a great help in getting me to kick the habit of self-harm. One day, when I tried to cut, he took the pocket knife from me and dropped it at my uncle's feet. Another time, I tried to cut with scissors. He made a noise that sounded like he was saying "NOOOOOOO!" I laughed and forgot all about cutting. Siberian Huskies typically don't attach to just one person. They love everyone. Diesel loved everyone, but he formed a special bond with me. He was MY dog as far as he was concerned. Correction: I was HIS girl.
Diesel had a big vocabulary. He had different sounds for different words. He could say "Husky", "Hello", "Help!", "I love you", "Feed me", "Walk", "Run around", and "Hamburger". Of course, he could say other things. If I listed them all, it would fill up the entire article. There was once when my nasty neighbor was arguing with his wife over something dumb. My best friend, RocknRollSoul60 (Paul), said, "I wonder if there's anything they DON'T argue about." Diesel made a noise that sounded like he said, "Oh, my dog!" We laughed, and I said, "My feelings exactly!"
Diesel was not only very smart, but he was incredibly friendly. He got along with other dogs and non-canine creatures. He also got along with every human he met, except for the nasty neighbor I mentioned, but nobody got along with him. He was just a wonderful dog. I am grateful that I had him.
Sadly, all good things come to an end. In April 2016, Diesel died peacefully in his sleep at the age of twelve. I was glad that he died in his favorite place, the living room. I think the living room was his favorite place, because it was where we would watch movies as a family. It was where Diesel could be with his "pack". He was buried on a special hill near my house. It could be legally done, because my aunt and uncle own the property, and it's not incorporated. Fluffy and Stone would later be buried near him. Sadie was cremated, because that's what my uncle wanted, and she was really my uncle's dog, but I loved her, too. Anyway, like all of the dogs in my life, I'm thankful to have had Diesel for all those years. I miss him every day as well as the other dogs I've mentioned. This is kind of an in memory article about Diesel, considering that January 2 would have been his fourteenth birthday.
Peace and love,
Antonia