selloutrr wrote:Picked up his ashes today. It really hit home.
Man, breaks my heart. My wife had a dog when we married named Foster. She had rescued him as a puppy from the middle of the highway and spent a small fortune getting him well. One vet told her he would never make it and she should put him under.
Well Foster spent fourteen years with our family, went with us when we drove cross country nine different times, and probably pissed in about 45 states.
We took his ashes on another cross country trip and sprinkled a bit in every state we visited.
"A dog is a better human than most humans." - Andy Rooney
Caolan had a little travel under his paws up to Washington state and out to Montana. For a while he was the fly ball champion for his bread. I'm not sure if he was actually good or just the only irish terrior that paid enrollment lol
Not to more of an asshole then I usually come off as.
when I went to pickup the ashes. They miss spelled his name. leaving off the "N". I made it out to the car before I noticed. I went back inside mostly to make sure it was in fact him and not someone elses dog. I knew it was likely him but still with my luck it would be that one in a million. They confirmed it was the correct contents in the box and asked me how I wished they remedy it. Honestly I could have cared less if the ID tag was spelled right, but it wasn't until they opened up the package and it had a foot print of his actual foot with the named miss spelled that I got upset. I asked if them could make it again correctly. They said they couldn't it was done before he was cremated. I got pissed and started talking loud and using names. If you ever meet me you'll notice I don't speak loud and after introductions I seldom use names, and if I do I hardly ever use first names. Well I used my big voice and demanded they go find who ever processed this order and I wanted to watch them fucking write his name correctly. Yeah... In hind sight.. I'm a total asshole. It did not make anything better. More then anything all I could think about was how hurt the wife was going to be, the only physical link to him tainted but not double checking the workorder. It was correct in the computer and I spent extra time the night we brought him in going over all the spelling 3 times. I went to the pet store and printed a new ID tag and replaced it.
Taking $$$ out of the equation, cost was not the issue, they had a price, it helped the wife (all of us) heal, I said yes. All I wanted was some fucking acountability. My biggest complaint about this economic down fall is how fucking useless the employee's that have jobs are, customer service has taken a second seat to saving a $. had they hired someone who could read and write... or more importantly taken pride in what they do and had the common sense to double check the work order.
I'm understanding, really. shit happens but come on this isn't one of those do over moments.
Oh well.. at first I thought maybe all this time her dog was a girl lol and got a chuckle out of it.
I just caught myself calling to my berner refering to him as "Boys stop being idiots and get in house". had a miss you little bastard moment.
Very sorry to hear of your loss and the recent issue you faced with his name spelling. Can't believe how insensitive people can be. Loss of any kind is difficult to cope with and this is certainly a hard one. Hang in there please.
selloutrr wrote:reading back over yesterday ... Yep I'm an asshole.
No you're not.
I don't think it's unreasonable to expect that your dog's name is spelled correctly. If people are going to take money in exchange for goods and services, then it is a reasonable expectation on behalf of the paying customer for things to go right. Especially when the circumstances dictate some sensitivity and taste such as getting a loved one's name spelled correctly. This disconnect with customer service is a product of the DNA mutation that now defines the Entitled American and is pervasive in our society. I would also venture to guess that the person who made the simple (but significant) error did so because they were likely distracted by the constant need to get back to their Twitter account while on the job.
selloutrr wrote:reading back over yesterday ... Yep I'm an asshole.
The wife took it pretty well.
If it makes you feel any better,,, I would have done exactly the same under the circumstances... I'm sure many would. Please don't feel bad. You were not in the wrong at all.
We put a deposit down on an Irish terior puppy over the weekend. The litter was born shortly after Easter. We put a lot of thought into it and after realizing no dog would compare to Caolan why not get another Irish and come damn close .
We tried adopting from a no kill shelter but with other pets and a kid they pretty much told us not a chance. The wife contacted Irish rescue and got a similar response. After realizing the best bet to end up with a great dog was to put in the hard time and puppy proof. We located a breader with all these special blah lah titles and blood lines... It much be good cause they sure are proud of it $$$. I made sure to ask if it came with a warranty against head injuries
So sorry about the ID tag, man I think I would have hit the roof too.
You know as hard is it is losing a family member (Caolan), there is nothing like a new puppy to get over the grief.
Though you should wait a while.
You will see things in the new puppy that remind you of Caolan and new things that will make you laugh with joy!
After our last dog died (really he was my dog) I didn't know if I could get another, it is just so hard to say goodbye.
But my wife brought home this furry little guy and man, if he doesn't take the cake.
He has a lot of traits of my Tanner but he's a lot smarter, bonus!
No no no no no no no no no! I can't have a puppy, I am not allowed to have dogs I can't no I.. does he still have that new puppy smell?
No! Don't say yes! I don't want to know!
He's cute, and a liar. He's gonna stink later.. you'll see. Damn liar dog. Last one ran off with my ex. I was a mess for months.
If I could find a tea cup english bulldog.. well.. or a tiny jack russie with a very relaxed disposition.. you people must work for the Devil! Stop showing puppies!
Reason #627 I can't have a puppy: chicks dig awesome puppies.
I am quite sure you see where all this leads for me. Now stop that, I am begging you. Arf..
Signatures have a 255 character limit that I could abuse, but I am not Cecil B. DeMille.
Reeltarded wrote:No no no no no no no no no! I can't have a puppy, I am not allowed to have dogs I can't no I.. does he still have that new puppy smell?
Mmmmmmmmmmmm, puppy ears. That's the smell I can still remember 15 years later. Smelled like corn meal - I even thought of nicknaming that particular pup "Masa".
Thanks for bringing that memory back to the surface.
Seriously, and we really never domesticated dogs, it's the other way around.. sorta. You look at the little lump and a stupid voice tells you he's a good idea. It's a dog trick.
Pwned heh..
Signatures have a 255 character limit that I could abuse, but I am not Cecil B. DeMille.
stelligan wrote:Congratulations on the new addition!! Now time to shop for a steam vac.....
All Tile and Harwood. It was a huge deciding factor in getting a puppy. Yeah carpet... Not a chance!
If you want a puppy to get chicks my Bernese Mountain dog as a puppy was so cute it wasn't even fair... He still gets chicks as a full grown dog. But as a puppy... I was shopping for an absidien cat and came home with a big hairy dog.
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