. A somehow morbid, something you'd rather not read on Monday story follows.
I've just finished reading "Never Have Your Dog Stuffed: And Other Things I've Learned"
by Alan Alda.The book is humorous and witty and enjoyable. A really great reading.
The chapter where he tells the story of why and how his dog Rhapsody was stuffed reminded me of one of my childhood neighbors. The guy was (maybe he still is) a taxidermist and he had 2 stuffed dogs seated on the sides of his front door, 2 statues of creepiness that kept people (oh, well, okay, just kids) away. The dogs didn't look that bad (they didn't look like plush toys either), but someone told us that those stuffed animals were in fact ghosts hideouts and that made us freak completely.
Now, you're probably wondering why I am telling you this. Although I've seen it with my own eyes and read that others have done it, too, half of my mind can't handle this information very well.
Common sense tells me that it's not something out of the ordinary, that in the end it can happen to anyone, that people love their dogs so much and they'd do anything to keep them alive after the animals would pass over the Rainbow Bridge.
On the other hand, my not-so-common-sense is appalled by the same thing. Maybe because of those 2 stuffed German Shepards scrutinizing each and every move we did back in childhood, maybe because, at some level, I don't understand why not let go (people we love die, too and we don't stuff them).
So, what do you think? Have you ever thought about having your pug stuffed?