Mookie the Violent: 1994(ish)-2008
Posted June 26th, 2008 by scottsigler (FD∅™)
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 Mooks in Kraken's Hat: She did not like wearing the hat. She went out and killed a cougar after this shot, she was just that pissed.
| Junkies, it's a suck-ass day. Mookie the Violent has checked out. You know "those people?" The ones who don't have kids, who show off pictures of their dogs as if the dogs were kids? That's the Evil Queen™ and I. We have absolutely no perspective on life. We are dog people to the hilt. I've been around dogs my whole life, learned to walk months early by grabbing ahold of the tail of our lab-mix "Coachie Boy" and standing as he walked away, pulling me up. In my life, I've had Coach (a family dog), Bunner (the first dog that was truly mine), Booger (dad's dog, hung out with Bunner), Dizzy (who met an untimely demise on a highway), and then Mookie the Violent.
Mooks showed up on my doorstep one day in 1994. I was 25, and like a dumb-ass, I started putting food bowls on the porch for her. And, of course, I let her in the house. She slept in the exact same place that Dizzy had slept, and I was already hooked. One day Mooks stopped coming around. I went to every Humane Society in the area, and found her in one. She was in a cage so small she couldn't turn around, and a Humane Society dude was washing her off with a pressurized hose. She was yelping, shivering, scared out of her mind. He was probably a volunteer and a great guy, and did not need me threatening to break his fucking neck, but at that point I knew that dog was coming with me. I adopted her, and for the past 14 years that dog went with me everywhere. When I was a single guy in my twenties, this dog basically lived in my car -- everywhere I went, she went. She loved the car, it was like her kennel, and she always knew I was coming back in an hour or so. The back seat had a blanket, water, toys, it was a little slice of doggy heaven. |
 Mooks & The Evil Queen: Mookie had just finished killing a water buffalo on her own. The Evil Queen decided this was worth belly scootchums. Check out the smug "I just killed a water buffalo" look on that dog's face.
| We moved across country three times (Michigan to Cali, Cali to Michigan, Michigan to Cali). She got to see the whole country. We tried to take every vactaion in dog-friendly hotels, because the Evil Queen™ and I really didn't enjoy ourselves unless the dogs were with us. The single best road trip of my life was just me driving across country (Detroit to San Francisco) with a big dog bed in the front passenger seat, Mookie sitting on top so she could look out and see everything. We made that trip in two days and one night -- a couple of marathon drivers, listening to a Clive Cussler novel on tape. Just me and the dog for 48 hours straight, like some Steinbeck stereotype. Mooks weighed anywhere from 40 to 45 pounds, and she could whip ass like you wouldn't believe. She grew up on the streets, yo, fighting for food from garbage cans, drinking water wherever she could find it. She was the sweetest little thing, but every now and then, some stupid dog, most often a bigger dog, would fuck with her, and she would morph into this snarling wild thing that belonged on Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom. Fortunately, she never ran into a pit bull, but she kicked the holy hell out of 100-pound German shepherds (she was very racist in her early days, hated the Germans). Once I took her to see my brother, who had two 110-pound black labs. One of those labs got all up in Mookie's shit, and she had them both on the ground, tails tucked, crying their asses off in about three seconds. It was amazing to watch. She was like the Tazmanian devil once she got wound up. She was 11-1 for the first ten years I had her (yes, I'm a male who loves fights, so I kept stats on my dog). Her nasty side faded as she got older and more and more spoiled, so she was about 2-for-4 in the rest of the serious doggy altercations. For a 40-pound ball of fluff, I'll take a 13-5 career record any day of the week. She's also partially responsible for most of the fiction of mine you have listened to or read. She would sit under my desk, just hanging out while I wrote. I thought of her as my writing partner. Even when I got my closet-studio, she curled up in a 24" by 24" space in front of the PowerMac, always available for a chin schootch when I needed to think out a plot point or a character voice. When we were in Michigan and couldn't afford heat, I'd set up a little blanket for her (both to keep her warm and to use her as a foot-warmer ... yes, doggy labor, go ahead and turn me in to the SPCA). Without a doubt, Mookie was my best friend. Her kidneys crapped out on her last week. It began during the SMOD™ writing retreat. She started walking slower, stopped eating regular food (I though I was smart giving her raw eggs and milk to get something in her belly). Once I got her home, it got progressively worse. The last few days she spent sleeping. There was much lovie time, lots of petting, lots of nice talk. I found the single biggest blessing to writing full-time was being able to be home with my dog 24/7 as she faded away. I used all of my Future Dark Overlord™ powers to try and heal her, but some things, apparently, are beyond even my abilities. Last night we put Mookie the Violent down. I'm a total fucking wreck. Death is okay in fiction, in real life, it sucks balls. The SMOD™ is due in two weeks and I will meet that deadline, even if I'm bawling like a little bitch the whole time. Invest in Kleenex, my friends, the stock is about to go up. I have two big announcements coming up, including a reveal of what this SMOD™ is all about, so I'll dutifully communicate those -- but other than that, you may not hear much from me in the next couple of weeks. |
dude
Thanks Scott, I've been an emotional and financial wreck for the past few months and you've given me hours of distraction and fun for free. Props to Mook for keeping your feet warm. I'm sorry for your loss, as old news as it is, I'm sure it still fucks you up from time to time.
We got a few more weeks with moms, she's decided that life on a respirator sucks, so she's preparing to come off it, now that's balls of steel, choosing to face slow suffocation.
My condolences
We always knew...
Sorry about the loss of your friend...
When I lost one of my furry friends I cried for a week and felt hollow inside for a lot longer. It really sucks our lifespans don't match up with those who give us the most unselfish, non-judgemental and abundant love.
Sorry
sorry for your loss
mookie rip
So sorry to hear about mookie take a brake have a beer chill
and come back kicking it
Lost a dog and a cat in 2004.
We're with ya!
We lost a four pawed friend to cancer a couple of years ago and so we have an idea of what you and the Queen are going through. We're thinking of you.
You did a good thing the day adopted Mookie, every day after that was gravy for her.
We adopted another snapping, snarling, stranger chasing, barking, biting beastie shortly after the loss of the other (his name was LB.... for Little Bugger!). Not that we were trying to replace Him, it just happened that another puppy needed our help.
Not pushing, Just planting the seed.
Now, suck it up and don't sniffle when you're in the closet... the Evil Queen with beet you with the axe is you drip on the clean linen again.
Fyd
Mookie
Doggie heaven
My Sympathys go out to ya bro
I can't stand it.
My love pup, Nanuk, is nearing her 14th b-day. She sleeps all the time and sometimes that sleep is so intense I have to touch her to make sure she is still breathing. Of course, then she jumps. Overall, she is in really good health. Her hip muscles have shrunk (she's around 50 lbs) and I feed her glucosamine every day. Seems to work. Anyway, Scott, you being a dog person, I knew there was a reason I was drawn to your website (besides the free podcasts). Hugs and much empathy on your loss.
sorry fella
How Sad
Bumming with You...
Hey Scott sorry to hear about Mookie the Violent. We're animal people
here too, but currently without dogs.
One of my sister's is a K9 officer and we're waiting for her next retiree.
Therein lies a lot of stories...
Nocturnal has been awesome. Take your time. We can wait and of
course FDO we will buy the books!
Greg B.
Sorry for your loss
Sorry for your loss
sorry for your loss
Too painful...
My hearts goes out to you Mr. S. You got me a little choked up here. Be strong.
Duncan my Punkin
Scott,
I grew up with dogs. My first dog was Fina - a gorgeous female German Shepherd, and she was my soulmate from cradle to 4th grade when she went to play ball in the sky.
Kraut was a beauty and he lived a long, happy life.
Duncan my Punkin was a gorgeous young Sheltie when he died and it broke my heart. It also broke the heart of his brother, Connor. We've since brought Skye into our house to play with Connor and he's happy again.
As for cats, they are too numerous to mention but some that I've held during their last breath are Spike, Glenda, Noel and Fred.
Screw those folks who forget that you give us your work for free - you rock, my Evil Overlord, and I'm going to send you some dog cookies. That's cookies shaped like dogs - not cookies for dogs.
Tastes Like Chicken
Sorry Scott
I won't even try to say anything to make you feel better because I know nothing will! Being a pet lover myself, I can empathise with you and the Evil Queen! Thanks for sharing with us.
"Even crazy people sometimes base their fiction on an ounce of truth" -Scott Sigler
Heart Felt "Sorry Scott"
Scott I'm super sorry to hear bout Mookie the Violent. I lost my cat Elvis (he and I have been chillin' since 1994 also) two holliday seasons ago after I visited him on leave. I found him while I was stationed in Italy (Aviano AB) and he was with me until I moved here to Japan (Kadena AB on Okinawa). I left him at home because he just never seemed right the year before. A year after I got here, my mother dropped me a quick note to say he had died the night before (calling with the time differance is difficult, so she e-mailed me the news).
Hopefully your hangin' in there, and I know you are keepin' busy.
Take care,
Justin
Mookie
Sorry for your loss!!
Always in my thoughts
When I heard it on the podcast I was hoping all would be okay. I am truly sorry for your loss. My initial thought is - take your time. Heal, and as PG said, we'll be here when you get back.
Wired Pig
Married, again, with 5 daughters... Scott has NO idea what true horror is.
Twitter: WiredPig
Blog: http://blog.wiredpig.us
Sorry Scott
F---
She sounds like a real mate, a real treasure of a find that generated a mutual bond between the two of you. Saying goodbye just seem so inadequate.
I feel for you.
I could say some philosophical shit like as one door closes another opens, but that just sounds like bull crap in a moment like this.
Be strong my Overlord!
Condolences
So sorry to hear about your loss
I know just what you're going through. We had to put "One", our pet cat of 16 years, to sleep.
She was a great friend ... I would never put up with 16 years of nasty litter boxes, wet stinky food and twice-montly slimy hairballs on my bed from any human.
condolences
Hello - FDO my brother. You have my condolences for your loss. I know what it is like to have to put down a beloved animal and one that was bee a part of you life for so long.....damn I'm sorry man. Take the time you need - really us junkies can get by in the mean times. I'm moving back to the bay area after 5 years away - maybe sometime we we run into one another - I will buy you a drink and toast to lost lovedones - of all kinds - feel what you need - you loyal loving junkies will wait......hear that dont bother the man in his grief....
GL
horrable news
these things are a soul drainer, but at the same time something else is replaced.a hole the size of a square is removed, and something that replaces it is round there are still little gaps left over and you are not the same but the gaps will heal slowly and mookie remains.
TEXANS unite bring the dark overlord to his true home
Sorry for your loss.
Family is family, human or otherwise. Family above all.
Nate Dogg... "life is hard. But it's one helluva lot harder if you're stupid"- -John Wayne
Sorry to hear the news..
I'm so sorry
A cowgirl is a woman with guts and a horse.
You have my condolences.
Lif is like that sometimes....
SynapticJam on Toast - hhhmmm... tastes like chicken (aka PUVJK) #2 in crack hits (ain't I special)
My Heart goes out to the Masta Pimp
Scott -
I am so sorry to hear about Mookie.
I, and anyother dedicated junkies, could hear and feel the pain in your
voice at the end of the last ep.
As cheesy as it may sound - know that you are loved, in at totally straight way,
by a slighly twisted, bunch of damn dirty junkies. Remember Callahan's Law:
"Shared pain is lessened; shared joy, increased—thus do we refute
entropy."(Spider Robinson)
Cheers,
Nelson / Nelzone
Taste is the Enemy of Art
Mookie
Lost friends.
You're in my thoughts dude.
- Might there be an Old Yeller type story coming out of this?
In honour of Mookie The Violent?
R__
Time is an illusion, lunchtime doubly so. - Ford Prefect
Our thoughts are with you FDO
I am so sorry!
Mookie's With Mur
Take your time, Scott
Im sorry.......
Our Deepest Condolences
If there is any justice in life or death, she will be there waiting for you when it's your time to crossover. Hang tough Brother.
~~~~Molly~~~~
Mookie the Beloved and Sometimes Violent
I grieve with you man!
Hey, Scott, I´m so sorry to know about your loss!! I have three dogs at home and I love them so much!! I can imagine the pain you´re feeling.....
I Hope you fell better soon our Dark Lord!!
Ouch
RIP Mookie
Sorry about your loss, Scott (and the Evil Queen). Thanks for sharing some Mookie with us. Sounds like she was a really awesome pup and friend. Take care.
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I lost my friend of 15 years
Mr. Sigler,
I lost my boy Toby (cocker spaniel) after 15 years of friendship around Christmas 2007. I know what you are going through, it doers suck.
Take care of yourself and remember Mooks is looking down on you smiling.
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