Most everyone will agree when purchasing a pet ..... what name do I give him/her is of major concern? When we seriously decided to add a bulldog to the household, I already had a name in mind, and I was pretty confident that his name would be 'Sarge'. Knowing that the United States Marine Corp mascot is the bulldog, I felt the name was appropriate. After seeing Sarge for the first time I knew there was another reason for the name. His markings and color reminded us of pepper. Being a Beatles fan, the full name became Sargent Pepper. Of course everyone knew him as just 'Sarge'. In short to describe him, he was like a 4 foot tall 300 pound linebacker. Most times I believe if he knew what a linebacker was he would agree. Always charging and if you weren't watching, he could/would knock you down. The name was so appropriate ..... Sarge loved to be yelled/screamed at. To talk nicely was almost unheard of... just as if I was a Drill Sargent screaming at the cadets.
The look of a bulldog can be intimidating to most people. Sarge, and every bulldog that I have encountered, loved attention and people. They can be rough, but not vicious. I discovered play time for Sarge was when I would yell out to him "I'm gonna kick your ass". He would come bouncing over like a bronco and expect me to roughhouse with him by me chasing him or him me or playing tug o war with a toy, etc. Every single time that I would get ready to leave the house, he sensed it and would attempt to block me by getting in front of me and stepping on my feet.
Early on we crated him... he would sleep/eat there. Prior to feeding time, we would have to crawl into the crate to retrieve his bowl. That got old really fast, so we taught him to retrieve the bowl himself. Later we discovered that was a mistake. As he aged the bowl became his prized toy or maybe a security blanket. After eating his meal he would carry that bowl around and at times push and throw it across the floor as if it were a ball, often making a loud racket. It was time to take the bowl away from him when he would get it wedged in a corner and begin barking at it as if he were asking for help.
Sarge was a player. A ball of any sort that would roll, and he would play keep away. In most cases he would win. Trying to use the garden hose became a game of tug o war. While watering plants I would hose him down to get him to stop, he would run out of water range, but just as my back was turned there he was again tugging on the hose. Sometimes I would get angry, but for the most part just laugh ..... or keep him in the house.
As a kid and through out my life I can only remember one other dog I was close to and her name was 'Pepper'.
I do believe this will be the last name that has 'pepper' in it. Sorry John, Paul, George & Ringo.
On June 4, 2013 we lost Sarge. We're not positive what happened, except the vets think one of his disks ruptured and damaged his spinal cord causing paralysis. It came up suddenly... one minute he was fine, the next he couldn't walk, stand, or even sit on his own. The doctor said she wouldn't even attempt surgery on him after looking at the x-rays and seeing other abnormalities in his spine, and steroid and medical treatment wasn't improving his condition. He was in major distress, so we felt our only option was to put him down.
Just 24 hours earlier we were mad at all three dogs over something and had a conversation threatening to get rid of them all so we would be free to travel. Now between the Pepper name and the discussion about getting rid of the dogs, it has me thinking...
Is this karma ?
I do know ..... if there are tears in heaven ........ there are tears here on earth as well.
Sarge is missed!