Kosmo
In Loving Memory of Our Beloved Kosmo
21 October 2001 - 11 November 2005
Hi my name is Kosmo. For all my fellow canines out there "woof woof yap, woof, woof, yip, bark woof......" if you know what I mean eh guys :-)
Here's opportunity to let you know a bit about me, so here goes. I was born on October 27th 2001. My birth parents were OK. Dad was a bit of a lad, well I think he was, from what I remember and Mom was a bitch. No silly she really was a bitch, I'm a dog remember.
I was born to a litter of 8. We were a happy bunch, but over a period of a few weeks, my brothers and sisters started to disappear one by one. It's funny these disappearances all seemed to coincide with strange people coming to our house, make of it what you will.
Before
I knew it all that was left was my brother Wooof and me. It was a cold day in December
when these really nice people came to visit. There was this really tall man,
who looked like he really knew how to protect his family, but he also seemed to have
twinkle in his eye. He seemed like a mushroom.... or was it a funguy I can't
remember. The lady with him was very pretty. She had the most amazing smile,
I loved them instantly. With them were two young girls, they seemed like me,
a real handful, but very fun and very pretty. Overall this family were great,
I liked them instantly. Little did I know I would soon be joining them.
Anyway me and Wooof, surveyed them for a while. I think I was a bit nervous as my bum did that smelly thing, but that didn't seem to put them off. Before I knew it, I was saying goodbye to Wooof and hello to the Meeks family.
The first few weeks were really confusing. Everytime I'd do my business, I'd get a smack on my bum or nose. I couldn't work it out at first, but I soon clued in, "Don't poo on your own doorstep", so to speak.
I know I'm a bit of a handful, but they have found the ideal way to quiet me down. They take me to this big field place and let me run and run. I don't even have to wear a collar, so that's great.
Time for me to wind down my story and get this uploaded to the family website. I just hope Dad doesn't catch me, as I'd have a lot of explaining to do then.... wouldn't I.