The Big Bad G

Hi everyone!

So, I’ve been testing and tweaking new recipes this week. One of which I should finish blogging soon called Pulled Pig Sliders on Hawaiian Rolls with Jack Honey Bar-B-Q Sauce. I’ve made these before just not with Jack Honey. Yes, THE Jack Daniels Honey. The Jack Daniels Honey you keep in your freezer for shots. Yeah, I said it…SHOTS!!!!

Can’t wait to share that recipe with you guys, because it is soooo good!!

But, I’m still side-tracked with a little boy I’m missing. Well, he’s a big boy. Huge, in fact.

I miss that big, goofy bastard. The G.

He was such a huge presence in every sense of the word. That boy loved life. He was physically huge and very large for the pit bull breed. 85 lbs on a good day. I probably overfed him, because I’m a mom, and we want our babies to eat!

He also made noises everywhere he traveled in this house. His nails clicked on all the floors. He hated our slick floors!

Guido would always let us know when he needed to go outside. He also told us immediately when he wanted in. Which was usually right away. He did not, however, want to come in when I needed him to come in. Typical.

He only barked when we came home, when we had a visitor, or at Carl playfully chasing him outside. Or on a “SPEAK!!” command. Good Boy!

Snoring and making nasal sounds when he slept kept him out of our room at night. Good God he was a loud sleeper!

We used to call him the “Walking Arsenal” because he caused pain just from saying “HI.”

The Walking Arsenal comprised of The Wire Whip: his tail. The Meat Hooks: his nails {which have left bruises before we taught him to refrain from jumping up on people as a puppy.} The Cinder Block: his head.

Watch out! He might knock you down or hit you with The Wire Whip if he’s too excited!! That was the extent if that boy’s damage. Ever.

He was my protector. Just the mere thought of having him around made me feel safe. If we were to have an intruder, he’d have licked their face off! He’s so vicious!

Carl is sad. We are sad. We miss our big, loud, obnoxious boy. The girls asked to have a picture of Guido to hang in their room. That was sweet. And sad. Lately, I’ll see a big white pillow out of the corner of my eye and just for a split second, just for a second, think it might be him.

No such luck.

I do believe he is chasing an endless supply of squirrels, fetching sticks, balls, toys, and anything else his big, huge heart desires. With Rocco. And Dallas. And Roxy. And that’s fine by me.

Guido, you are missed more than you will ever know, big boy.