Marvin P. Wrinkles

He was my first real pet. When I got out of the service I promised myself that I was going to get a dog and travel the country with him. And I pretty much did that.

Before I left Germany I figured out he perfect name for my dog: Marvin. I got this name from a stuffed animal, an Orangutang I think, that belonged to my then girlfriend.

After I got home I went to a pet store to try to find a dog that fit the name. As soon as I walked in I saw him. He was in a cage with a Doberman pup and two Black Lab pups. These three dogs were jumping and yelping all over the cage but not the soon to be named Marvin.

Marvin was a Chinese Sharpei. Brown fur and wrinkled from head to tail. He was just sitting there trying to see out of the slits there were his eyes. He looked bored as hell. I could tell right off that he was a Marvin.

So I bought him and took him home. He was cool. Very laid back, like me. We were a match. He loved to ride in the Jeep and we were together all the time.

Well, to make a long story a little less long, Marvin and I moved to North Carolina. I met a girl. We moved in with her. She came home before me one day and let Marvin off the lead we had outside and he ran out in the road and was hit by a Cadillac. Leave to Marv to get hit by a hoopty.

I cried for two days. I felt like I'd lost a part of me. There was no way I was going to just bury him in the back yard or throw him in a dumpster or ditch someplace, so we took him to a pet cemetary down the road.

We asked about the options and prices and, as it turned out, creamation was the cheapest route to go. This sort of made me feel better because now I could keep Marv with me sort of.

My girlfriend was very sweet. She insisted that she pay for the cremation and she even bought me another dog: Belvadere St. Paul. A Great Dane. He was as cool a Marvin but could never replace him.

So anyway...now I carry Marvin (his AKC Registered name is Marvin P. Wrinkles) with me every where I go. My dead dog in a box. It's a nice box though. Solid oak. Very solid. It has a picture of us from the first day I brought him home.

Miss ya Marv.
seeker25801 seeker25801
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7 Responses Apr 16, 2007

His favorite place was with me where ever I was. If I left him alone, he would bark until I returned. I couldn't leave him indoors because he would chew the window sills trying to get out.<br />
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When I left him on his run outside, when I returned, he would be laying in a spot in the direction that I left at the very end of his lead on the run. <br />
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So that's pretty much why I keep him with me. He loved going on Jeep rides so I keep him in the Jeep with me as that's where I spend most of my time.

Release him back to his favorite place. I just did that with my German Sheppard of 13 years and I thought it would make me feel better.... it didn't but I think she's happier rather than sitting on my mantle collecting dust. I kept the box they gave me and put in pictures and silly stuff that reminded me of her and it's buried in my back year in a sort of "shrine". I am trying to stop crying ever day but I can't. I don't know how to just over it. Have you?

Release him back to his favorite place. I just did that with my German Sheppard of 13 years and I thought it would make me feel better.... it didn't but I think she's happier rather than sitting on my mantle collecting dust. I kept the box they gave me and put in pictures and silly stuff that reminded me of her and it's buried in my back year in a sort of "shrine". I am trying to stop crying ever day but I can't. I don't know how to just over it. Have you?

I too miss my dead dog.SHe was a great family pet, had to share her with everyone grrrrr. We have her ashes and her son's as well. Still crying, still grieving, still missing real bad. There will never be another one quite like her. Carrying the torch forever till I see her at the "Rainbow Bridge". A place were all our loved dogs go. Those grieving should google it, it is a place to begin healing from the loss of our loved animals.

You're a great owner, and Marvin was lucky to spend his time with you (and vice-versa I'm sure)

My friend once had a favorite pet: alligator/croc (can't remember which), that she kept in a tank. Somehow it managed to fall off a small limb in the tank, and it broke its neck! (We're still scratching our heads on that one). My friend and her hubby wrapped the reptile lovingly in a shoe box, and buried it under a backyard tree, complete with a burial ceremony--prayer and "a few good words"!

coming from the worlds biggest animal lover, i cant imagine losing a pet. i think i would've done the same thing. i think he's very happy you did that and to still be with you...