A Man and His Maniac,
The Bunkie Story
by
For every dog lover out there, there are at least a thousand and one stories that can be told. From the "love at first sight" to "the time they chewed my shoes" and everything in-between, it's something that can't be helped when one of these special friends is in your care. This is the story of one such lucky pup that made that connection with his new "parent", forming a life long bond that would be tested time and time again.
Bunkie was a "special" puppy to say the least. Aside from his many run-ins with temptation that he jsut couldn't say no to, he had the fortune of having as many lives as a cat! In his life, he was run over, lost for weeks, in a car accident.....more times than one cares to ever imagine. The poor pup! You'd think he'd be traumatized by the events but not this little guy. He's a trooper! He would make Iron Man look like the Tin Man with the number of things he managed to pull off and still come out okay on the other side. With each event, his resilience and hunger for life shown through, adding to the bond author Charles Franklin Emery III already and he already had. To say it was love at first bark would be clique for these two....more like at first sight, and love through the steadfast joy they brought to each other throughout the years.
I will warn readers that although this is a great tale, it can often times be a bit "raw". The author is telling it from his point of view, no holds barred so there are the occasional foul words (not to hard to imagine being said if you woke up in the morning to step in one pile of doggy goo...and then see about ten more all over the new carpet). ALSO, while the author spins the magically true tale of Bunkie, unfortunately, time does pass....he gets older and lets just say while the ending is touching, bringing a box of tissues is perfectly acceptable (almost protocal).
As a fellow dog lover and owner, I can definite relate to many of the things that Bunkie did throughout his years. One of my favorites....has to be the small, timid, bring-me-inside look. Now, my dogs are not outside dogs by any means....heck, Ashley doesn't even like to go outside to do her business if it's raining! (Seriously...she looks out the back door, turns back to me, and you could see in her eyes, she's thinking...."Um, yeah...I'm NOT going out there, if that's what you think...") Bunkie here, being a larger dog, developed his own special way of tugging the heart strings of whomever was watching him. One story shared tells of a time he was outside in the rain. He was shivering and making the big puppy eyes (so sad!), only to be happily content the moment he THOUGHT you weren't looking, and back to his acting skills the moment you were! (Now really...how many of you out that that have or had dogs before have not witnessed something like this? They know they have us right where they want us...)
Be sure to check back tomorrow for day 2 on the Bunkie Blog Tour! We'll have an interview with the author himself that is sure to be revealing (trust me, I've read it)!COMMENT CREATOR
If you have ever had a pet, you can certainly relate to the funny things that they tend to do. What is the most best "talent" your pet has or the most memorable story that first comes to your mind when thinking of them?
Until next time....happy reading!
7 comments:
Good to be back, thanks for your support. What a great post and such an interesting question to end on. So many memorable stories I could tell you about our various pets from Shorties, the amazing escaping hamster to Phog, the beef stealing cat.
With 4 dogs, my memorable stories would fill a library, lol. But a great but painful memory is "saving" Max from dying...ear infection went to abscess and he was dying (even with medication) but we did it...he's enjoying his second life as we speak! I read this book and loved it. I'm a sucker for pet memoirs anyway. Thank you for the review and thank you for participating in Charles' virtual book tour!
My Labrador is an amazing communicator. He can tell you what he wants with just his eyes. He's constantly telling me he wants to go to work with me or go for a ride. I call him Mr. Bossy Pants sometimes.
Petty Witter: Okay, now I simply can't help but be curious about those two after THAT description.... =0)
Dorothy: Goodness! I'm glad you were able to catch it in time! I know the various times my dogs have been ill, I worry like no tomorrow until they are back to their old selves again. Thanks for stopping by! (...and thanks for allowing me the chance to participate in this great tour!)
Juju: LOVE the nickname. Come to think of it Ashley had a very long name at one time....it started out something like Ashley Yolanda Stinky-Pants....and went from there. The middle one came from her spunky nature, the last...well, self-explanatory. =0)
Well, my family was always a cat family (now that I have my own we are morphing into a dog/cat family) and we had a funny one once. In a house we rented during my middle school years the walls were covered with this weird thatch wallpaper, strange. Well, one day we caught Mickie literally climbing the walls only to perch himself on the wall-mounted speaker next to my bird's hanging cage. He never hurt the bird, in fact it became a daily thing and they would stare and chirp at one another. Very cute.
Great review, sounds like a book I should get my hands on before we bring our Great Dane home. ;o)
Sounds like an adorable book! Had a dog once who would hide her head whenever we had to take her to the vet. I think she was convinced that if she couldn't see him, he couldn't see her. :)
The1stdaughter: That's so cute! Where we use to live, there was this stray cat that we fed in the neighborhood. Eventually she came to trust us so she's stay around the house (outside still). One day she was outside when our German Shepherd (Zoe) was going out for her walk and you'd think WHOA! Run! Nope. Zoe sniffed the kitty and then let it rub against her legs. They were fast friends! =0)
Alexia561: LOL. Gotta love the "fuzzy" logic our furry friends tend to employ. =0)
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