I had the best dog in the whole wide world. Yeah, sure, everyone says that, but for me, it’s actually true. His name was Sabastian and he was awesome.
Just look at him!! Who couldn’t love that dog?! He was a 100+lb rottweiller/german shepard cross. He was big, but also a big sweetheart. I loved him and he loved me. I had him for about 10 years before I had to put him down, and those were some damn good years we had together.
I, literally, have hundreds of stories I could tell about him and my blog won’t be complete unless I tell at least one, but I’m having a really hard time narrowing down a really good, really representative story about Sab. I guess I could start off by how I got him. (And I’ll write the really good, really representative post another day).
I got him when he was just over a year old, but I’d known him for about 6 months by that time. I met Sab through a punk-ass kid that ended up being a friend of mine. Oh, high school, how I miss you. I met this kid, (who actually went by the name of Flea) through a friend of my brother. My brother’s friend, ended up letting Flea move in with him and this is when I met Sab.
Flea, didn’t work; he was on welfare and made getting drunk and high a priority over feeding his dog. Me and K would buy Sab food, because he was starving to death. Literally. We took him to the vet at one point and he weighed in at 44lbs. (His healthy Post-Flea weight was 98-105lbs, but he chunked up to a whopping 115lbs at one point).
I would beg Flea to give me his dog, I was even willing to pay for him… how much do you want for him? $100? $200? $300? How much for your dog??? But he wouldn’t budge. He “loved” Sab and wouldn’t get rid of him. Some stuff happened and Flea ended up having to move back home and wasn’t able to take Sab with him. I jumped on it: I’ll take him!
The deal ended up being that he would stay with me for one month, after that, Flea would get him fixed and he would take him back. I knew this would never happen, so I agreed.
Two months later, I saw Flea and he said to me “I can’t afford to get him fixed. So, I guess he’s your dog now” and I said “Dude, he was my dog a month ago”.
And that’s how I met my best friend, and how our 10 year friendship started. (miss you Bubby!)
I’ll write an actual post about him shortly, complete with pictures (fair warning, EliseArt!). I just had to get this one up… you know, because of obligations (thanks, Gorm!).