Bazooka Sam’s earthly journey has at last come to an end. Forever a CBHR hound, his body and his foster dad finally decided that it was time to head to the bridge. His suffering and sadness are now replaced with gladness. Forever in our hearts, gone but never forgotten, RIP Bazooka Sam. 08/25/16
It was a dark and stormy night, a cacophony of dog yelps bounced off the cinder block walls of the shelter – a persistent reminder of how dire my situation had become. And the sea was angry that day, my friends, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli… scratch that, there aren’t any seaside animal shelters. Just trust me, it was a terrible scene. Where was I? Yes, the shelter… clanging dog bowls and an apparent lack of upholstered furniture seemed to be my new normal. Then, for the first time in my life, being vertically challenged and long in the ear really paid off – CBHR came to my rescue! It was a great day in my life… perhaps the second greatest day of all time. And though I am enjoying the good life at my foster home, it is now time to write the next chapter in my life. The part following THE greatest day of all time – the day when we meet. The only thing missing is you. Let us bask in the sunlight and snack on Snausages together – ask for me – Bazooka! 10/28/13
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My Angels are Ellen Sullivan, Mitzi Amoroso and Wilbur the basset