RIP dogmonster
Lash finally took Griffin in for recycling. He was 17 years old, had lost a lot of weight and his arthritis was so bad that he couldn't walk. Once upon a time he had been the biggest hellraiser. Lash got him as a puppy after finding the dog tied up outside the place where some heroin addicts had once lived. Griffin never learned to walk on a leash properly, and always pulled food off counters, off the stove, and tore into any packages he could get to. He tore into and ate bags of dried rice and even ate a whole box of chocolate once. He broke plenty of pans and plates pulling them off the counter. Two years ago when Zoe, the wolf dog, died Griffin began to challenge me for pack position. No matter how often I dominated him he would still bark at me. I loved that dog so much and he was nothing but trouble. It was really time for him to go. Lash said that Griffin died before the vet gave the final part of the injection.