So Sunday night, me, my family, and cara were all at my house, when my dad spotted this dog outside by our workshop, and it was Lassie, well it wasnt actually Lassie, but it looked just like Lassie but prettier, Anyhow. I was going to go outside and see if it was ok, but i made a stop in the garage first for some protection, just in case it was a rabid version of Lassie. So the first thing i saw was my dad's old motorcycle helmet, and a pair of workgloves, so i suited up. Upon arriving to the lassie-look-a-like i realized that headgear was not going to be necassary, b/c the dog was not in good condition. The first thing i noticed was it was only three-fourths Lassie, because it was the tripod version of Lassie. Well What I'm trying to say is she had 3 legs. The other was broken. But it would still hobble around like the best of them. Cara was with me this whole time, and she just happened to mention how much of a trooper, Lassie #2 was. And thats how he became to be known as Trooper. So we fed and watered him, then went inside for night. The next morning trooper somehow had slept in our garage, and didnt appear to be leaving our property. So, I, being the little kid that I am wanted to keep it. So I called my roommate to see if he would chip in to the "Save The Trooper Fund" and he complied. So i called Byerview to see just how much it would be to fix his leg. (Trooper had alot of hair, and to this day I still dont know whether or not he was a girl or a boy, so im just gonna say for trooper's sake that he was infact a boy) So i told byerview the situation and told them that i was a lowly college student with not alot of money, which didnt seem to matter much when they told me it was to cost $250, so i told them to suck it, and that i would figure it out myself. (not really) (really) (this is a long story) So I asked everybody i knew what i should do w/trooper, and since we live outside city limits, our options came down to two. We either let Trooper live the rest of his life in pain, and humilation (the other dogs were making fun of him) or get the sniper in our neighborhood to put him down. So we decided to call the sniper, and by sniper, i mean Jeff C's dad. Anyhow, i told my dad that i would have no part in the burial, or shooting of trooper, but then i realized that Trooper was fairly large dog, and my dad would die trying to dig that hole his self. We finally finished the hole, and i was walking inside to put on some loud music on so that i wouldnt hear the shot, and as i walking up to the house.... BOOOOOOM..... TROOPER NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Mr. Claybrook, got alittle trigger happy, and didnt let me make it inside. Anyways the worst part of the story is, that the bullet reflected off of something inside trooper, and hit cara in the head as she was driving up to my house. No thats not true, but i figured you were either crying or really mad at me by now, so i had to lighten the mood.
So if anyone has a new dog, and dont know what to name it, name it Trooper in memorandum or Trooper the tripoded Lassie.
