Comments on: Begbie Tribute http://www.rumblestrip.org We ain't got no blueberries. Mon, 14 Nov 2011 18:28:42 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Lauren http://www.rumblestrip.org/interests/other/begbie/comment-page-1/#comment-10592 Lauren Wed, 04 Jul 2007 20:56:43 +0000 http://www.rumblestrip.org/about/begbie/#comment-10592 Great story, Donna. I forgot about Begbie jumping over the coffee table and lunging at the pekes. But I need to clarify that we did not go to the mall--that was too Jersey girl for us. We went to the Cranford diner to drink bottomless cups of coffee, which isn't too Jersey at all. Great story, Donna. I forgot about Begbie jumping over the coffee table and lunging at the pekes. But I need to clarify that we did not go to the mall—that was too Jersey girl for us. We went to the Cranford diner to drink bottomless cups of coffee, which isn’t too Jersey at all.

]]> By: Donna http://www.rumblestrip.org/interests/other/begbie/comment-page-1/#comment-10589 Donna Wed, 04 Jul 2007 15:03:05 +0000 http://www.rumblestrip.org/about/begbie/#comment-10589 Just looking through the photos you posted - Begbie sure had a big head! I remember the time Lauren brought Begbie over for a playdate with my parent's 2 pekingnese. The pekingnese did not care for Begbie though - they were alarmed when Begbie took a flying leap over the coffee table toward them (they were sitting on the couch). Lauren and left Begbie in the yard (to go shopping? SeeJanis Keller? I don't remember). We came back to find that my dad had been sitting with Begbie in the backyard. b Begbie had just looked so sad. I'll miss hearing about his adventures. Just looking through the photos you posted - Begbie sure had a big head! I remember the time Lauren brought Begbie over for a playdate with my parent’s 2 pekingnese. The pekingnese did not care for Begbie though - they were alarmed when Begbie took a flying leap over the coffee table toward them (they were sitting on the couch). Lauren and left Begbie in the yard (to go shopping? SeeJanis Keller? I don’t remember). We came back to find that my dad had been sitting with Begbie in the backyard. b Begbie had just looked so sad. I’ll miss hearing about his adventures.

]]> By: Lauren http://www.rumblestrip.org/interests/other/begbie/comment-page-1/#comment-10558 Lauren Tue, 03 Jul 2007 04:39:11 +0000 http://www.rumblestrip.org/about/begbie/#comment-10558 Thanks to everyone for their kind words and for bringing up these sweet memories. Thanks to everyone for their kind words and for bringing up these sweet memories.

]]> By: Barry http://www.rumblestrip.org/interests/other/begbie/comment-page-1/#comment-10542 Barry Mon, 02 Jul 2007 14:46:25 +0000 http://www.rumblestrip.org/about/begbie/#comment-10542 I'm incredibly sad to hear about the passing of Begbie. Of all the wonderful things I will remember about him, his fondness for sweet potatoes will remain paramount. I hope he returns to this plane as an even higher life form than the one we knew him as during his time among us. I’m incredibly sad to hear about the passing of Begbie. Of all the wonderful things I will remember about him, his fondness for sweet potatoes will remain paramount.

I hope he returns to this plane as an even higher life form than the one we knew him as during his time among us.

]]> By: kathyo http://www.rumblestrip.org/interests/other/begbie/comment-page-1/#comment-10541 kathyo Mon, 02 Jul 2007 14:36:54 +0000 http://www.rumblestrip.org/about/begbie/#comment-10541 Mark and I very very upset to hear about Begbie. When he was young and carefree in Brooklyn, he would chase me around the apartment, his teeth attached to my pantleg. When we visited in Boulder, he followed Mark around a lot and licked his stanky feet. We went to the dog beach with him and he was like the mayor of the beach. We have a photo of him on the refrigerator and will miss him very much. Mark and I very very upset to hear about Begbie. When he was young and carefree in Brooklyn, he would chase me around the apartment, his teeth attached to my pantleg.

When we visited in Boulder, he followed Mark around a lot and licked his stanky feet. We went to the dog beach with him and he was like the mayor of the beach.

We have a photo of him on the refrigerator and will miss him very much.

]]> By: Aunt Fran http://www.rumblestrip.org/interests/other/begbie/comment-page-1/#comment-10536 Aunt Fran Mon, 02 Jul 2007 11:03:23 +0000 http://www.rumblestrip.org/about/begbie/#comment-10536 Dear Lauren and Bill, I only knew Begbie casually, but I know how much he meant to the both of you. Accept my sincere sympathy. Just remember all the joy he brought. Love, Aunt Fran Dear Lauren and Bill,

I only knew Begbie casually, but I know how much he meant to the both of you.
Accept my sincere sympathy. Just remember all the joy he brought.
Love, Aunt Fran

]]> By: Mim http://www.rumblestrip.org/interests/other/begbie/comment-page-1/#comment-10528 Mim Mon, 02 Jul 2007 04:42:30 +0000 http://www.rumblestrip.org/about/begbie/#comment-10528 Awww, guys, I am so sorry. I remember meeting Begbie in Brooklyn shortly after you got him. He was so friendly and, well, let's just say "uncomplicated" -- I believe Bill old me proudly a woman at the dog training class made a comment to the effect that Scotties are not known for their intellect, and you should be happy if Begbie learned to answer to his name. But he showed her! Oh, and one last thing: you have no IDEA how much Scotty kitsch I have seen and pondered buying but passed up over the yrs. You're lucky not to have a museum of the stuff! There is so much cute Scottie-phemera out there! Awww, guys, I am so sorry. I remember meeting Begbie in Brooklyn shortly after you got him. He was so friendly and, well, let’s just say “uncomplicated” — I believe Bill old me proudly a woman at the dog training class made a comment to the effect that Scotties are not known for their intellect, and you should be happy if Begbie learned to answer to his name. But he showed her! Oh, and one last thing: you have no IDEA how much Scotty kitsch I have seen and pondered buying but passed up over the yrs. You’re lucky not to have a museum of the stuff! There is so much cute Scottie-phemera out there!

]]> By: Bryce http://www.rumblestrip.org/interests/other/begbie/comment-page-1/#comment-10527 Bryce Mon, 02 Jul 2007 04:39:53 +0000 http://www.rumblestrip.org/about/begbie/#comment-10527 I'm sad to say that my story of Begbie involves A) me naked and B) my sister. Yes, Begbie was a master of the surreal. So... Begbie comes over to stay for a few days, and due to several factors--well, only one: Leslie--it was deemed unsafe for Begbie to climb the massive stairs to the second floor. Stairs--tall. Begbie--very untall. Well, being the know-it-all that I am I say, "Ha! Fuck that. The dog is a dog. He can survive in the wild with, like, mooses and shit, right?" And I say he can have free rein at night. When it is dark. And the stairs are still tall. And Begbie is still not. Zzzzzzz.... That's the sound I usually make when sleeping oh so comfortably. Aaaaaaaa.... That's the mind-tearing sound Leslie makes upon hearing... Thud. Thud. Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud. "What the fuck?!" That's the sound I make upon waking to "Aaaaaa!!!!!" in my ear while sound asleep. "What is going on?!" "Begbie fell down the stairs! I think he's dead! Go look!" Now, for just a moment, picture the scene: me--naked. Leslie--screaming. What would you do? I jumped out of bed and ran for the still tall stairs, hitting the light as I went. At the exact moment that my visiting sister rips open her door to see what the commotion is about. Sister, meet my johnson. My johnson, meet my sister. But no time for modesty now. I ran for the bottom of the stairs as quickly as I can, the screaming--of both Leslie and my sister now--ringing in my ears. Only to find, of course, Begbie sitting at the bottom of the stairs looking at me as if I am a lunatic. Because I am. But a deaf one. Begbie, meet my johnson... I’m sad to say that my story of Begbie involves A) me naked and B) my sister. Yes, Begbie was a master of the surreal.
So…
Begbie comes over to stay for a few days, and due to several factors—well, only one: Leslie—it was deemed unsafe for Begbie to climb the massive stairs to the second floor. Stairs—tall. Begbie—very untall.
Well, being the know-it-all that I am I say, “Ha! Fuck that. The dog is a dog. He can survive in the wild with, like, mooses and shit, right?” And I say he can have free rein at night. When it is dark. And the stairs are still tall. And Begbie is still not.
Zzzzzzz….
That’s the sound I usually make when sleeping oh so comfortably.
Aaaaaaaa….
That’s the mind-tearing sound Leslie makes upon hearing…
Thud. Thud. Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.
“What the fuck?!”
That’s the sound I make upon waking to “Aaaaaa!!!!!” in my ear while sound asleep.
“What is going on?!”
“Begbie fell down the stairs! I think he’s dead! Go look!”
Now, for just a moment, picture the scene: me—naked. Leslie—screaming.
What would you do?
I jumped out of bed and ran for the still tall stairs, hitting the light as I went.
At the exact moment that my visiting sister rips open her door to see what the commotion is about.
Sister, meet my johnson. My johnson, meet my sister.
But no time for modesty now. I ran for the bottom of the stairs as quickly as I can, the screaming—of both Leslie and my sister now—ringing in my ears.
Only to find, of course, Begbie sitting at the bottom of the stairs looking at me as if I am a lunatic. Because I am. But a deaf one.
Begbie, meet my johnson…

]]> By: Brenda http://www.rumblestrip.org/interests/other/begbie/comment-page-1/#comment-10525 Brenda Mon, 02 Jul 2007 02:42:39 +0000 http://www.rumblestrip.org/about/begbie/#comment-10525 Lauren & Bill, I am really sorry. I know we can't fill the emptiness of not having Begbie there to talk to, but hopefully all the memories that are contributed here will help. My favorite memory of Begbie is from the parties at your house. After several hours of being the host with the most and the life of the party, at some point, he would decide the party is over, for him. He would climb up on the couch, give a disdainful look all around, punctuated with a “hnnnnfff” and go to sleep. No bad karaoke could even wake him up. Lauren & Bill, I am really sorry. I know we can’t fill the emptiness of not having Begbie there to talk to, but hopefully all the memories that are contributed here will help. My favorite memory of Begbie is from the parties at your house. After several hours of being the host with the most and the life of the party, at some point, he would decide the party is over, for him. He would climb up on the couch, give a disdainful look all around, punctuated with a âhnnnnfffâ and go to sleep. No bad karaoke could even wake him up.

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