It is with sadness that we remember the Golden Retriever puppy Monkey, the puppy that in some respects never was
Monkey made her debut into our 4 year old’s life and heart, on the Nintendo DS Lite that Santa brought her last Christmas
LittleSquib trained Monkey well, entered Monkey in Disk throwing competitions, Agilty Trials, took Monkey for walks, and soon amassed a wonderful store of must have dog toys and accessories such as a clown wig, a combat copter, a bubble blower, and fifty varieties of collars and novelty hats
But LittleSquib, as yet unable to read, went to the Dog Hotel an accidentally clicked on Donate a Dog, an action from which there is no return. ’I've killed Monkey,’ she bawled
And although we tried to placate her by hocking collars and hats so she could buy another golden retriever puppy, we all knew the new Monkey was a poor substitute for the old Monkey, the Monkey she had played and laughed with, the Monkey she had grown to love
So let’s raise our glasses to Monkey and remember the happy times
5 responses so far ↓
1 warthog // Jan 29, 2008 at 12:27 am
so effectively ‘donate your dog’ means ‘have your dog murdered’
honestly, these euphemisms
2 squib // Jan 29, 2008 at 8:36 am
Well really, who ‘donates’ a dog? Donating makes it sound like you’re doing someone a favour. If you’re going to donate a dog then it had better have super powers or something, otherwise it’s really called dumping
3 Ben // Jan 31, 2008 at 1:30 am
I once donated a dog to a sperm bank.
Except I don’t mean dog.
I don’t mean sperm bank either, to be honest.
4 squib // Jan 31, 2008 at 8:45 am
huh?
5 Ben // Feb 4, 2008 at 1:30 am
Exactly.
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