By Bandit with love.
Here is Frosty's picture:
Thank you Silverstream1099, for making this for me.
Brief History of Frosty
I got Frosty when I turned 18 years old at the Human Society, he was my only birthday present I got that year. He was well worth it! When I adopted him he had a medical condition called "cherry eyes." Which is when sand or dirt got between his tear ducts, they swelled up and blocked part of his vision. The Humane Society didn't have enough money to take care of his "cherry eyes" and the intern vets were not experienced enough to take care of him. He was about 6-7 months old when I got him.
My side of the story:
It was a week or so before my 18th birthday and I didn't know what I really wanted. Snow had blanketed the ground and it was too cold and windy to play outside. I thought of what I could have for my birthday, ice skates? No, because it wouldn't be worth someone buying them for me because the closest ice rink was 25 miles from where we lived. Roller blades? No because I would have to go to a park in order to do that and our dirt driveway was next to a busy road. Nothing that came to my mind seemed to fit on what I wanted, or what I thought that I wanted. Then my sister Frosty&Angel told me that I should get a puppy for my birthday about 3 days from my birthday. When I told my parents about it, they were not too thrilled. But on February 12th I talked them into it and we went to the Human Society.
The Human Society & How I got His name
Inside the Human Society it smelled like wet dog and cleaning solutions. There were some long haired cats that laid on the counter tops of the main desk. On the opposite side were two doors, one for kittens/cats on the right and the other for puppies/dogs on the left. I lead my family into the left door, I didn't see very many puppies nor would I have expected to, since Valentine's Day was just around the corner. After a walk around in the puppy side of it I went into the door that lead further back into the Human Society. When I opened the door all I heard was the deafening sound of dogs barking histrionically because they wanted to be let out. My heart went out to them and I hated seeing them in cages like that, but there were plenty of volunteers that were letting them out to run in the back yard to run and use up some energy. I searched through the all of the rows of cages, all of the dogs seemed to beg and plead with me with their sorrowful sad eyes. I couldn't seem to pick one out and we were in their for a long time looking at the dogs, everyone was getting sore feet. Then I saw a sad looking 6 month old white and very lite brown looking dog named Benny. There was something wrong with his eyes and I had my dad look for someone that worked in the adoption department and I asked her some questions about him. She told me that it was called cherry eyes and that the intern vets here were not experienced enough to have them removed. After we got done talking to her I stuck my hands through the cyclone fencing and the dog licked my hand with his pink tongue. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine, I went into the cage and all he licked me to death, he allowed me to pet him and I put a leash on him and I took him to the back yard. My whole family waited in a section of the back yard and when I let him off of the leash, even though their was another dog on the other side barking anxiously at him he stuck around me and he went over to my family. All of them pet him and the younger ones hugged him and when they all did that he went back to me and stayed by my side. I pet him and walked away, just to see what he would do and to my surprise he followed me where ever I went. It was then that I knew that he should be my dog, no matter what the "cherry eyes" would cost me. I wanted to take him home that day but he wasn't in the Human Society long enough and he would be able to be out on Feb 13th, the day of my birthday. All night that night I thought up of a name and nothing seemed to fit, not even Benny. So I paid some money to keep him on reserve for me and the next day we brought him home. The night of my birthday we ate out to Wendy's and they had just came out with the vanilla frostys it was then that I knew what to call him. Frosty! It stuck and he seemed to like it too because he listened to me whenever I called him that.
Cherry Eyes & Tricks
As soon as I could I got his "cherry eyes" taken care of, I also got him neutered that same day, and I got all of his shots up to date too. He was the easiest dog to train (he was already house trained), he was able to do several tricks with in a couple of months; sit, lay down, shake, sit pretty, stay, speak, and a combination of the sit pretty, lay down and stay. My little brother had a toy gun that made a clicking noise and whenever he heard it he would put his paws up and lay down acting like he was "dead". My sister Frosty&Angel taught him that trick, and most of the others. He always slept at the end of my bed and it was very rare for him not to be, but occasionally he did sleep on Frosty&Angel's bed.
The Ups & Downs
Unfortunately I was gone from the house a lot so I didn't have much time to spend with him, (except at late afternoon and at night) I was working full time at a plant company at that time. But whenever I came home he greeted me with kisses upon kisses and he seemed a lot happier that I was home then when I was at work, or so what Frosty&Angel told me. He was an awesome dog, even though he had his down falls. He loved chasing rabbits in our back yard and he wouldn't come back when I called him back when he spotted one. He also hated it when I left him at home with my family and went to work, he used the basement as his "potty area".
Spending Time
About six months after having Frosty I got laid off of work because it was seasonal. I spent as much time as I could with Frosty, he was my best buddy. No matter how my day went he was always there to lick away all of the tears that I cried and to listen to what I had to say whether it was to vent about a bad day or when I had a great day. During the winter months we would play tag with him in the snow, he would pull my younger siblings on our sleds. He would eat the snow and he woluld jump to catch the snowballs that we threw for him. We had ice in our back yard and he would try to keep up with us while we ice skated. He would growl and destroy all of the snowmen that we made, he would also destoy all of our half made igloos that we made.
We would also play hide and seek, and wrestle around with each other too. He was a character when he played with me, always on the move. He would wake me up each morning with a kiss on my face, and at night he would lay down right next to me. He hated getting a bath and whenever we went to the beach he would stay clear of the water. Even though sea gulls would taunt him, we tried getting him in the water but he was being a pistol so we decided not to try any more.February 20th 2007: Frosty's Departure
That night was the worst one I have had to deal with (other then the death of a family member or a friend). I was kind of tired that night and it was about 9:30pm when Frosty saw a rabbit out in the yard and he acted crazy and started whining and barking. The younger kids got very excited and my parents told me to let him out, so I did. I immediately got on my snow boots and winter coat (which was pure white) and ran after him. My dad was watching him from the sliding glass door in our back yard and he said that he saw Frosty go into the field that was next to it. So I ran outside in the backyard and started calling him. I called him for what seemed like forever, then I started walking towards the front yard when I saw lights on the road... there laid my best friend, my first dog. My heart broke right in two as I started running towards him. At this point in time my dad had come out with me to help look for him. I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran towards him. I was crying so hard that I didn't hear my dad calling me telling me to stop. I knew cars were coming down the road where Frosty laid, so I ran in the road on the side closets to the house and I held out my arms to have them stop, then I covered Frosty with my body, I didn't care at that point in time if they ran me over or not. They ended up stopping and it was then that I noticed that my dad was right next to me, he told me to get up and off of Frosty. He picked up my beloved dog and carried him to the drive way where the light was at. I saw lots of blood coming from his head and mouth, my dad checked for a heart beat and he found none. He noticed that his back was snapped in two and his neck was broken. The ground was so hard that we couldn't bury him in the back yard so we had to cremate him. I cried so hard and so long that night that I ended up throwing up and I didn't get much sleep for weeks after wards.
I miss Frosty a lot. It hurt a lot to write this because of the painful memory of his death.
But this is for you Frosty. Love and miss you,
Bandit
She can't replace how I felt about Frosty, but she has been a good family dog. 
frosty is always with you!
