It is our somber duty to report that Spike (AKA The Racist Dog, AKA The 7th member of MF Ruckus) has, indeed, passed away as of 9:01 PM Sunday evening. Spike was not just a beloved household pet, but a friend, room mate and war buddy. In his 12 years of life, Spike had been to more places than most humans have the privilage to visit. From coast to coast, Mexico and Canada, Spike left his mark on peoples lawns and their hearts . Spike toured with us, ate with us, drank with us and helped see us through many a sticky situation. Not only did Spike touch our lives, he also touched the lives of many people from around the world. He inspired art work, folk-lore and even a song we wrote entitled "Spike: Portrait of a Canine Bigot". For the last few days, Spike had been exhibiting signs of terrible pain and had an unexplainable growth on his abdomen. Upon examination, veterinarians determined that Spike had a malignant tumor on his spleen which had ruptured. It was advized that Spike be humanely euthanized on the spot due to the fact that blood had been entering his stomach for quite some time. Jerry held his head and talked him through it (for the record, Spike understood the English language) up until the final moments. Spike meant a great deal to all of us, plain and simple. It might be hard for people to understand how difficult this is for all of us, but those who have shared in our journey know exactly what this dog contributed to our lives. Our sole consulation is that Spike's final memory was watching Tim Tebow and the Denver Broncos beat the Pittsburgh Steelers in round one of the AFC playoffs. Speedook, Piggy, S-Pike, Scooper-doo, Scoop doggy Poo, Sir Piggington, whatever name you knew him by, he's digging in trash and going pee-pee in the flowers up in doggy heaven now. He shit on the White House lawn, ate and shit an entire box of crayons directly in front of the TV during Joe Millionaire, ate 5 large pizzas, a 22 pound turkey (bones included), pissed his pants, and drank all of the fallen soldiers from a night of heavy drinking. No dog in the world had a personality like Spike and we're pretty sure no dog ever will. His diet consisted of booze, mushrooms, cocaine, weed, hash and whatever you left out for more than 5 seconds. Buddy, we raise our glass to you. They say all dogs go to heaven, but we know that Spike is at Satan's side, begging for food and demanding a belly rub.
We miss you buddy.
MF Ruckus, White Fudge and Friends.