So, that would be a picture of Sasha. I have no clue who the three women are. I think they were the three witches of ISM (Indian School Muscat) or some such thing.
While I generally don't post pictures, videos or music, I couldn't resist uploading this (Also, I have to admit Posterous.com makes it very easy to do - Shameless Posterous plug) since Sasha has been the only dog I've ever had. I think this picture pretty much explains why I felt such a deep connection with her.
Aside from the fact that we are both lazy, intelligent, and good looking. We both didn't like being handled by the witches of ISM. Now, I'm pretty sure some of them are friends of my brothers, but if you can't make fun of them than who can you?
By the way, I have three very vivid memories of Sasha:
3) The day she died - Yep, I was there and it wasn't pleasant and I'll never forgive a certain somebody for the way she died. She died of an heart attack and it really wasn't pretty. I'm sorry this is so morbid, but It's something that sticks with you for a long time if not forever. I'll even admit to tearing up at times when thinking about it.
2) The day she ran away - This was when I was pretty young, around 7 and my mother and brother tricked me into taking Sasha for morning walks. They said it was temporary, and then gave me a speech about responsibility, etc. When I complained about having to take her for walks in the morning (this was because neither of them could wake up early enough to take her out, so I was volunteered - Pure Evil!). So anyway, there I was walking her and she runs away into the elevator and the door closes before I can get to it. I of course freak out and wonder where she went. Apparently, she was done and couldn't wait to get back into the house.
1) The day she entered my life - I'm back from school (I was about 5 or 6) and I see my mom holding this puppy, completely jet black and furry. I'm all excited, and we run into the house and Wham! She enters the house, makes a bee-line for the rug right in the middle of the living room and decides to take a pee. Even I couldn't have done a better job! Right then I knew she was a special person and would fit right in.
I'm not sure how to end this post, so I'm not going to try anything special. I'm just going to say that I don't know if all dogs go to heaven, but if they didn't let Sasha in... Well, then they have absolutely no taste up there.
Oh isn't it funny that the only memories I have of being seven are of her and of calling my brother "a bastard". Good times.
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