Will cross the bridge today. He was a rescue when he was about a year old, so somewhere around 14-15 years old. The DNA breed tests said he was a boxer/staffy cross. He looked to me more like a mastiff cross, I could wear his collars like belts and he was super wide through the chest. I’m posting here because my DH doesn’t like to talk about this stuff and I’m hurting - so some memorable stories…
Remy was my late father’s favorite dog. He would feed him peanut M&Ms (yes, VERY bad treat, nothing you told my dad meant anything to him, he would do it anyways), earning him the name Reminem.
My grandma came from out of town once and shortly after arriving accused us of rifling through her suitcase. Turns out it was Remy, who had eaten the small pack of gum she had packed.
Remy was an opportunistic counter surfer. The rest of the family had left the house, and Remy must not have known I was still home. I came into the kitchen not 2 minutes after the family had left, to him trying to snarf a loaf of bread off the counter. Straight shame.
My sister came to visit me in college. At the time I had a Pudelpointer who was very gentle on her toys. Remy, not so much. My sister and I left them at my apartment to go see a movie, and came home to a stuffing mess.
Remy located and consumed a Costco sized bag of trail mix once, raisins and all. I think we gave him 8 tablespoons of hydrogen peroxide and he still wouldn’t puke. Obviously, he survived…
Remy was a big sissy physically, requiring full boots and coat in anything lower than 30 degrees or so. Constant ear infections which led to one ear needing ablation eventually. Hives at least twice a year, from who knows what. Annual paw yeast infections. For such a big tough looking guy, he sure was a wimp.
Remy was at exactly one horse show, where we realized he hates horses and will try to attack them. Banished forever more. My sister couldn’t even stay to watch me ride because it was too hot to leave him in the car and he was acting like a fool.
He would nearly dislocate your shoulder playing tug of war. He would draw blood “grooming” you. An absolutely immensely powerful dog.
He was the only pitbull my DH would ever allow around his vizslas. He was the only pitbull I’d ever trust to never put a foot wrong as far as aggression (except with cats, horses, and possums - those were a hard hard no for him).
Godspeed today, Remy. Go get some M&Ms from Dad, say hi from me. <3
