11 and a half years ago I met my best friend. He's always been there for me, always wanting to stay by my side no matter what. He ate everything, bite people, and stunk like no one else I've ever known. I love him more then anyone else in this world. 3 years ago when I went bankrupt (thanks to a corrupt city of wpg police officer) and lost 3 mill I told my bankruptcy trustee you can have everything except my dog. 3 weeks ago Skufty stopped eating, he had more rotten teeth. We had them removed, but he still wouldn't eat for a week. x-rays and a sonogram said there's an inoperable mass in his stomach. We hoped he might be able to beat it, and helped him by force feeding him for the last couple of weeks, but it's getting worse. He was 54 lbs a month ago, he's way under 40 lbs now. We know he's in pain. Tomorrow (Monday, Feb 6) is is last day, he goes to sleep at 12:30 at the vet's. I'm not sure what I'm going to do without him........
I left my ex wife when Skufty was about 3, I went to a convention for 5 days, leaving Skufty with her and figured we'd work out a custody agreement when I got back. When I got back, I went to the house, skufty didn't hear me, he was sleeping. My ex said see, he doesn't care about you. I called out, SKUFTY! He woke up, came charging to me, got a pet, then BUSTED past me and waited at my car door, demanding to go with me. He knew what was going on, and made a strong statement there and then, he was going with me. He's always been like that, he's MY dog.
I think my favorite Skufty memory was at the bar I owned. We were in the lounge with a few people and a promoter before we opened. Josh Bell came in, Skufty was on a couch, sitting up like a human the way he does with one paw on the arm rest, looking all regal. Josh sat on a couch 2 couches over, looked at Skufty and said "what's up Skuf?" Skufty snorted at him. Josh took offense, and said "FUCK YOU DOG!" - Skufty threw down, he jumped off the couch and lost it in a rage of temper, charging Josh and chased him through the bar till Josh had to jump up on one of the bars to hide from Skufty! He was always gangster like that. We had a lot of rough people come in on fridays, with our hip hop crowd and they all loved that basset. He was gangster, like one of them. Saturdays was electric music, hippy like people, and he hated all of them. He might have been a basset hound, but he carried himself like a junkyard dog his whole life.
anyway, I know many of you have met and know Skufty, and many more know about him from his pictures and antics on here over the last 11 years or so. I just wanted to let you know.
whoever photochoped the old picture of Skufty smiling, I have it somewhere, I just wanted to say thank you. It was a few years back, but it really captured his essence, the evil smirk. Loved that one....
I left my ex wife when Skufty was about 3, I went to a convention for 5 days, leaving Skufty with her and figured we'd work out a custody agreement when I got back. When I got back, I went to the house, skufty didn't hear me, he was sleeping. My ex said see, he doesn't care about you. I called out, SKUFTY! He woke up, came charging to me, got a pet, then BUSTED past me and waited at my car door, demanding to go with me. He knew what was going on, and made a strong statement there and then, he was going with me. He's always been like that, he's MY dog.
I think my favorite Skufty memory was at the bar I owned. We were in the lounge with a few people and a promoter before we opened. Josh Bell came in, Skufty was on a couch, sitting up like a human the way he does with one paw on the arm rest, looking all regal. Josh sat on a couch 2 couches over, looked at Skufty and said "what's up Skuf?" Skufty snorted at him. Josh took offense, and said "FUCK YOU DOG!" - Skufty threw down, he jumped off the couch and lost it in a rage of temper, charging Josh and chased him through the bar till Josh had to jump up on one of the bars to hide from Skufty! He was always gangster like that. We had a lot of rough people come in on fridays, with our hip hop crowd and they all loved that basset. He was gangster, like one of them. Saturdays was electric music, hippy like people, and he hated all of them. He might have been a basset hound, but he carried himself like a junkyard dog his whole life.
anyway, I know many of you have met and know Skufty, and many more know about him from his pictures and antics on here over the last 11 years or so. I just wanted to let you know.
whoever photochoped the old picture of Skufty smiling, I have it somewhere, I just wanted to say thank you. It was a few years back, but it really captured his essence, the evil smirk. Loved that one....
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