Okay one day when I was in 3rd grade my mom and dad bought me a Puppy. We took him home and on the way there we stopped at Walmart and when I went to get out of the car he jumped all over and down my leg. Heheh I thought it was gross and funny at the same time. Needless to say I didn’t go into Walmart.
Well when we got home we played with them and paper trained them, too. It was very very hard. But it was the best part of my life. Well after a while I thought of just calling him Brute because he was pretty built for his age. After the first couple of months we went through a million dozen chains- including cow chains. Well finally
he gave up on breaking them.
My whole idea was to get myself a hunting dog to go bird hunting with well. My dad trained him and he became quite a hunting dog. One day when we were practicing with live bait in the field we had next to our house we let a quail go and shot it and Brute and his brother, Jake ran after it and Brute got it and brought it to my dad and when my dad went to take it, it was so funny because it was still alive. Heheh scared me to death cuz it flew wounded all over the place and at me and my lil brother.
Well a couple of years went by and we hunted alot and our old dog that everyone even the other dogs looked up to passed away Brute and Jake were howling like coydogs. It was sad but now Brute was the new dominate male. He was respected by every dog in the yard.
There were 15 other dogs.
Well years went by and Brute got old Jake ran away and Brute was sad cuz they were always together. They have never been separated. Well after that happened I decided to get a little closer to Brute than I was so I bought him a bone. All the time hung out with him played. I was the only one we really really loved. I never saw a dog so happy
to see his owner in my life.
He used to smile when I said it was so cool but it all ended on late August 10 in the middle of the night. Brute got lose and wondered in to the middle of Route 2 and a 18 wheeler had hit him at 60 miles an hour. The next morning I noticed he was gone and we (my family) looked and looked and I walked down the road and there he was all bloody and dis-mangled. I freaked out. Had nervous brake down and picked up the remains of my dismantled baby crying so hard and carried him home. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me in my life. I miss him so much. I pray for him every night and dawn and see him everyday. Where he is buried in our back yard in a town stone and flower roses and tall trees with flowers. It is so beautiful.
I love him so much and if I had to die to see him again I would but he wouldn’t want me to do that. Sometimes I have feelings like
he is with me where ever I go.
That dog was the best thing that ever happened to me in my whole life.
I write this in memory of {BRUTE-ENGBERG}
HE WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART AND THOUGHTS
ALWAYS
Love Deedra
brute_69in@yahoo.com
Why is life so short when there's love.
| Brute |
| Deedra Engberg |