My house is a zoo. I actually rarely know how many pets we actually have living there, because my mom is constantly giving away cats and adopting new puppies (well, buying them from designer pet stores). My freshman year of college, she called me three times to tell me about new dogs she'd purchased — one of whom was a male pomeranian that she'd named "Baby Zoe" because she missed me so much — and my younger brother threatened to move out of the house.
Through the revolving door of Weiner animals, one remained constant: Tyler.
He kept on kickin right up until he turned 18 (which in my opinion is a very long and very happy life) and my parents sadly had to put him down earlier this year. My mom nonchalantly called to tell me this as I was walking into a 2nd date, which I subsequently walked into sobbing. We went on to date for five more months, probably because he was afraid he would have to see me cry like that again if he ever broke up with me (which eventually, he did).
Tyler was a legend. When I was in first grade (my most adorable age), I convinced my parents to buy me a puppy from the pet store that opened up next to the supermarket. Like any 6 year old, I did zero to actually take care of the puppy, which is probably why he was never potty trained.
When we were little, my mom brought Tyler everywhere. Once, when I was in 6th Grade, she brought him to visit me at school and then got distracted and forgot him. I was sitting in English class when all of a sudden, Tyler came barreling down the hallway and somehow found me at my desk. He came to math and science with me, too, before my mom even realized he was gone.
As much as my mom loved Tyler (until she got newer, smaller dogs that she liked better — not dissimilar to how she feels about my little brother and I) my dad was his BEST friend. The two of them went everywhere together. My dad in his signature red, white and blue Adidas track suit, Tyler on his lap with his head out the window, blaring Motown. I don't think my dad has ever liked any of his kids as much as he liked Tyler. Actually, I know he didn't, because he tells all of us so all the time.
Ty-Ty loved vanilla ice cream, manaschevitz wine and humping stuffed animals. He will forever be remembered as the most beloved, and longest lasting, pet in the Weiner household. To this effect, he will forever be commemorated in this painting at the top of our stairs:
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| #Squad (Tyler's Not Pictured) |
Through the revolving door of Weiner animals, one remained constant: Tyler.
He kept on kickin right up until he turned 18 (which in my opinion is a very long and very happy life) and my parents sadly had to put him down earlier this year. My mom nonchalantly called to tell me this as I was walking into a 2nd date, which I subsequently walked into sobbing. We went on to date for five more months, probably because he was afraid he would have to see me cry like that again if he ever broke up with me (which eventually, he did).
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| Jewish Dogs Are the best dogs. |
When we were little, my mom brought Tyler everywhere. Once, when I was in 6th Grade, she brought him to visit me at school and then got distracted and forgot him. I was sitting in English class when all of a sudden, Tyler came barreling down the hallway and somehow found me at my desk. He came to math and science with me, too, before my mom even realized he was gone.
As much as my mom loved Tyler (until she got newer, smaller dogs that she liked better — not dissimilar to how she feels about my little brother and I) my dad was his BEST friend. The two of them went everywhere together. My dad in his signature red, white and blue Adidas track suit, Tyler on his lap with his head out the window, blaring Motown. I don't think my dad has ever liked any of his kids as much as he liked Tyler. Actually, I know he didn't, because he tells all of us so all the time.
Ty-Ty loved vanilla ice cream, manaschevitz wine and humping stuffed animals. He will forever be remembered as the most beloved, and longest lasting, pet in the Weiner household. To this effect, he will forever be commemorated in this painting at the top of our stairs:
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| The real star of this painting is Tyler, to the left. |
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