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User Image futurecode Posted: Nov 24, 2017 3:02 AM (UTC)
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User Image futurecode Posted: Nov 23, 2017 7:20 PM (UTC)
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Someone's having a good thanksgiving morning on the farm!
User Image futurecode Posted: Nov 18, 2017 12:40 PM (UTC)
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User Image futurecode Posted: Nov 13, 2017 8:12 PM (UTC)
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A happy dog ... that's something that is not too rare when it comes to the canine family, but Bisto's unadulterated happiness was integral in defining him and if I didn't write about it I'd be doing his a disservice.

That begin said it is a hard component of Bisto to write about. Not that he wasn't happy enough or didn't have ten-pole moments that exemplified how joyous of a dog he was, but that the dude was effing happy 24/7.

From waking up in the morning, to going out, to breakfast, to vegging on the couch, to going for a walk, to me coming home, to going for a ride to, visiting random places, to ball in backyard, to filling the water bowl, to random conversations, to meeting new people, to running in snow, to playing with Mika, to just randomly running around like a spaz, to me opening a bottle of Benadryl, to after bath towel drys to me applying Frontline, to going to the Vet, to brushing his teeth, to wiping his butt, to cutting his hair, to cleaning his ears, to eating dinner, to going out for the last time at night, to going to bed and everything i missed in between the dude was beacon of joy.

To be honest, the only times I can think of when he was bummed is when I left the house without him, told him to get into the bathtub for a bath, yelled at the TV for some stupid reason, when he had the random dinglebrerry, or when I had to put him into a cone for seasonal allergies ... and even then he was so infinitely stoic that he still never protested.

I can't even pin down a specific picture of moment exemplifying this ... it was the story of his life, and one of the biggest reasons the world is a less better place without him.
User Image futurecode Posted: Nov 12, 2017 11:38 PM (UTC)
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Bisto loved to dance ... and by dance I mean jump.

During his puppy years I went out of my way to teach Bisto the staple obedience commands. Being mostly Border Collie I knew he'd have a motor to him and most likely a brain that was always churning so I felt the need to instill in him some core commands that I could use to get his attention ... Sit, Paw, Off (get off the "whatever), Down (lay down), All the Way (lay down on his side), Belly (Roll onto his back) ...but there was one "trick" he started doing by himself that I ended up integrating into these commands, and that was Dance.

He had this ingrained drive to jump, and not just a bounding, leaping from couch to couch thing that all dogs tend to have, a drive to jump vertically, especially when he was excited. Every morning after I left him outside to pee before breakfast he always met me at the door with some barks and a few vertical leaps that would leave Micheal Jordan in the dust. The would continue till his bowl was full, and would return anytime I gave him the command to dance, and rear it's beautiful head anytime he was truly excited. As he got older I actually tried to train this out of him in fear of his genetically bad hips becoming an issue. Even after he started carrying his right front leg due to the cancer on his shoulder, only days before his passing, he still insisted on jumping for joy when the mood struck, so my attempts to curb him of that "habbit" was one of the silliest things I've ever tried to accomplish ... This wasn't the deprogramming of a trained command I was dealing with, this was trying to curb pure joy and excitement, so I would have had better luck ringing water from a rock.

I miss my best friend for a lot of reasons, but that pure joy he beamed upon not just myself but anyone who ever knew is at the top of that list.
User Image futurecode Posted: Nov 12, 2017 10:26 PM (UTC)
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Intelligence ... not exactly a trait I think is essential to having a good dog. Mika is a beautiful, loving, apathetic and joyous companion but I wouldn't exactly call her the brightest bulb in the bunch. Bisto on the other hand had next level intelligence that I honestly have never seeen before. Sure, we have all seen those shows and youtube clips of dogs that can perform amazin tricks or are super trained and obedient, but Bisto had this multi level cognitive thought process that creeped me out sometimes. My favorite memory of this was one day about five years ago ... Bisto had this relentless need to be with me ... if I was in his vicinity a good amount of the time he had to be laying on me or touching me. Not in an annoying, smothering kind of way ... although I would imagine some of the women I've dated through the years would say otherwise ... it was more of a tactile, connection thing driven by love. This was usually not a problem for Mika, being the Great Pyrenees she is, she's intensely independent and not much of a snuggler ... give her a good bit of love every now and then and make sure she has her Souper Nylabone she's hopelessly addicted to and she's cool, so it was a pretty harmonic balance. Well, one morning I came down from showering and plopped onto my couch, for some reason Mika was in a loving mood and jumped up and plopped next to me and laid her head on my lap. After a few minutes I hear Bisto come barreling down the stairs and appear at the archway from the other room. Not really paying attention I just fiddle with my phone till I realized he's just standing there. I look over and he's looking dead at me ... then looking Mika ... then looking at me ... then looking at Mika. After about a a minute of this he walks away an head back up stairs. A couple minutes later he barrels back down the stairs and appears at the same archway with Mika's nylabone in his mouth. Again, looking dead at me ... then looking Mika ... then looking at me ... then looking at Mika ... after a minute or so he rears his head back and throws Mika's bone at the ground. Instinctively Mika jumps up and runs over and starts gnawing down on her most favorite of possession
User Image futurecode Posted: Nov 12, 2017 8:40 PM (UTC)
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I believe the biggest hurdle in any relationship in life is trust.

We all strive to feel protected, comfortable and loved by those we choose to surround ourselves with, but those are intently vulnerable emotions to give keys to, so the general prerequisite for having code clearance on those feelings is trust …. and not to get too cliché but trust is almost exclusively earned over long periods of time with several levels of baby steps till you let someone run unfettered within you.

But sometimes the connection you have with a being is so pure, so right that all the rules of trust are shattered and you know from the get that that person or being is nothing but true … that was the case with Bisto.

Shortly after adopting Bisto he became beyond fearless. Not in a ruthless, I’ll run through baby gates and tear everything up fearless, more like dropping into you on the couch/jumping at you in the way someone only does when they know you won’t let them fall.

I can’t tell you how many times he’s crashed his head or body into a door jam or wall or pole or table and while he might of felt pain never felt scared … but on the rare occurrence something unexpected happened, like the time he jumped up next to me and his front paw landed in my cargo short pocket or the times he’d be sleeping and I’d yell at the TV during some stupid sports paly, would squeal or panic out of fear … because he trusted me emphatically to keep him completely safe at all times.

Coming to grips with is by far and away the hardest part of my grieving process. He trusted me so, so much, that after our fourth visit to the vet in almost as many days he wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t move from my side to go with a tech or vet unless I told him to. He knew I would keep him safe and would never put him in harms way, and to make that call to euthanize him has me racked with guilt that I cannot shake. I’ve bounce some many what if’s around that I can’t keep my head on straight … was it too early, did I do everything I could, did I fight hard enough for him … I honestly don’t think I did, but all of that second guessing aside what is eating at me the most is that when the vet was prepping and in process of euth
User Image futurecode Posted: Nov 12, 2017 7:42 PM (UTC)
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The week leading up to bringing Bisto home was a trip …

See, this would be MY first dog. Growing up I had a couple dogs in my life, but the one that made the deepest impact was Fidget. She was smart, compassionate and gentle … and while I loved her deeply she wasn’t MY dog, she was the family dog. Brought home by my brother and raised by my parents, there when I wanted to be there but also not my direct concern when I decided to take off. Bisto was to be MY dog, MY responsibility, MINE from beginning to agonizing end. But you can’t have an end without a beginning, and that beginning needed a name.

A lot of physical and mental prep went into bringing him home … what kind of food? Should he be crate trained? How do I make him feel comfortable? Will he accept me? … tons of excitement and anxiety, but that name part weighed on me the most. And to be honest at the time I assumed he would name himself. I figured I’d scoop him up, take him home and let his name come organically, but with all the excitement you can’t help but toss some names around. To be honest, I couldn’t tell you any of the names me and my partner at the time tossed around, I’m sure most of them we’re horrible to say the least but one of those days I was Grocery Shopping at Wegmans. Meandering through the aisles tossing random dog names back and froth with my partner at the time, some serious, some joking, and then we turned the corner into the international section.

That week I was hankering for some Mince and tatties. Mince is a kind of poor mans stew that my mother used to make periodically throughout the year, usually in the colder months. I’d usually make it once a year but it was a while since I made it and seeing that summer was close but the weather was still on the brisk side I figured I’d squeeze a batch in before it got too hot. It’s a comfort food for sure, overly buttered mashed potatoes covered in a mixture of beef, carrots, onions, peas … essentially the innards of a Shepard’s Pie. In my eyes you can essentially toss anything in there that makes sense, but there is one quintessential ingredient that makes Mince “Mince” …. Bisto. Bisto is United Kingdom born powdered gravy base. I’
User Image futurecode Posted: Nov 12, 2017 6:25 PM (UTC)
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So I moved back up to the Scranton/Wilkes-barre area back in April 2008, while looking for a place to live I really only had one hard and fast requirement ... must allow dogs.
Fast forward to the weeks after moving in, every weekend was spent visiting the SPCA of Luzerne County in hopes of finding a connection.
Weeks went by till I met a little, barley year grey and white Shepard/Collie mix. He was a fun, cool, energetic dog that was full of life, but for some reason I was hesitant to adopt him. I left the SPCA to think it over and decided he was a fit and returned a couple days later to find out he had been adopted. I was beyond bummed, it took me weeks to find a fit and was kind of peeved at myself for not acting quicker.

The next couple weeks was a rinse and repeat of the previous weeks ... a lot of looking with zero connections ... then on Sunday I walked in to the larger kennel to the typical yipping and barking that you're always welcomed with when you enter a SPCA, I started scanning the kennels and in the middle of all that chaos is this several month old, mange riddled, long haired brindle Pitt Bull/Border collie mix named Bear sitting calmly at the gate making purposeful and meaning eye contact. He wasn't scared, he wasn't sick, he wasn't bombastic ... I like to think he was looking at me the same way I was looking at him.
I asked to spend a minute alone with him and that was about 50 seconds longer than I need to decide that I found MY best friend.
A week later my Bisto was home and my life would never be the same.
I don't know what ever happened to that little white a gray collie, I hope he found a great home with a loving family, but my life wouldn't have been nearly as beautiful or complete without that collie being snatch out from under me ... its those little moments that make me think about timing and fate.
This photo has to be only a couple weeks after I got Bisto ... such the young buck.
User Image futurecode Posted: Nov 7, 2017 8:18 PM (UTC)
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He never succeeded (as far as I know) but this dude tried to snatch a sip of any beer I ever left within snouts length.

Seemed only fitting to give him a proper send off.

My love for you transcends life as we know it ... till we meet again.
#bisto #thegreatestdogthateverlived
User Image futurecode Posted: Nov 3, 2017 11:04 PM (UTC)
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Essentially down a leg and this duder is still the happiest pup on earth.
User Image futurecode Posted: Nov 1, 2017 11:27 PM (UTC)
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