Seventy Five plus 83
Tonight we are "Goin to the Dogs"
We had three dogs when I was a kid. The first one was Rex. Rex was a fox terrier and had a very snotty disposition. I don`t know whose "dog" Rex was, he just was part of the family. I do not know when we got him but I do know when he left. The thing I most remeber about Rex was one day we were all picking stone from the field across the road from the house. We had a stone boat, (no, not a boat made of stone) but a wooden platform built low to the ground and pulled by our tractor. Everybody including Dorothy was working in the field and one of us looked down the road toward Julius` house and there came Rex up the road being chased by a deer. We were sure it was a doe and Rex maybe had been investigating her fawn which did not please the Moma deer. But Rex didn`t live long after that. Rattlesnakes were common around home and Rex met one under the apple tree near the front of our home. The snake bit the dog and we tried to save him. But it didn`t work out. Rex was gone.
The next dog was Barkus. He was my dog, probably because nobody else liked him. He was a neighborhood mix but predominately bull dog. I had a lot of fun with him in the winter time when he would run along beside me as I was coasting down a hill on my sleigh. I wore a leather sheepskin coat and heavy gloves and his sport was to try and pull me off the sleigh. I thought it was fun. Mom, especially didn`t think so, and Barkus left home. We would never kill or harm a dog, so I suppose some one inherited him.
The third dog was Inky, a black female Cocker Spaniel that we all loved. But this dog belonged to Pop. She knew when he was coming home from work before she could see his truck. She would get so excited, and well dog lovers, you know how that feels, to watch your peppy pup. We fed her from the table more than we ever should have and she was overweight. But she would sit up on her rump and beg for food. Ice Cream was her speciality. We never took her with us in the car, after all, five kids and the moma and the papa in an old Chevy didn`t leave much room for Inky. For a while, she slept downstairs near or in Mom and Pops bedroom. Then she changed her sleeping habits and slept upstairs in the room with AR and AS. One morning the girls awoke and Inky had died. We all missed her so much for a long time, but we never had another dog after Inky. With Inky gone, the kids grew
up and left on their own to find their own dog.
We had three dogs when I was a kid. The first one was Rex. Rex was a fox terrier and had a very snotty disposition. I don`t know whose "dog" Rex was, he just was part of the family. I do not know when we got him but I do know when he left. The thing I most remeber about Rex was one day we were all picking stone from the field across the road from the house. We had a stone boat, (no, not a boat made of stone) but a wooden platform built low to the ground and pulled by our tractor. Everybody including Dorothy was working in the field and one of us looked down the road toward Julius` house and there came Rex up the road being chased by a deer. We were sure it was a doe and Rex maybe had been investigating her fawn which did not please the Moma deer. But Rex didn`t live long after that. Rattlesnakes were common around home and Rex met one under the apple tree near the front of our home. The snake bit the dog and we tried to save him. But it didn`t work out. Rex was gone.
The next dog was Barkus. He was my dog, probably because nobody else liked him. He was a neighborhood mix but predominately bull dog. I had a lot of fun with him in the winter time when he would run along beside me as I was coasting down a hill on my sleigh. I wore a leather sheepskin coat and heavy gloves and his sport was to try and pull me off the sleigh. I thought it was fun. Mom, especially didn`t think so, and Barkus left home. We would never kill or harm a dog, so I suppose some one inherited him.
The third dog was Inky, a black female Cocker Spaniel that we all loved. But this dog belonged to Pop. She knew when he was coming home from work before she could see his truck. She would get so excited, and well dog lovers, you know how that feels, to watch your peppy pup. We fed her from the table more than we ever should have and she was overweight. But she would sit up on her rump and beg for food. Ice Cream was her speciality. We never took her with us in the car, after all, five kids and the moma and the papa in an old Chevy didn`t leave much room for Inky. For a while, she slept downstairs near or in Mom and Pops bedroom. Then she changed her sleeping habits and slept upstairs in the room with AR and AS. One morning the girls awoke and Inky had died. We all missed her so much for a long time, but we never had another dog after Inky. With Inky gone, the kids grew
up and left on their own to find their own dog.
posted by georgewells at 7:32 PM
2 Comments:
And I think I remember growing up when we asked for a dog, someone said, "well, if Roger wants one........" Is it that Roger never wanted one or that that was just a line.........? I had to wait till I grew up and had teenagers of my own before I had my first dog........
Daughter Suzi (Roger's sister)
It is amazing how dogs enrich our lives. They love unconditionally and are so happy to see us, even when we don't deserve it.
Thanks for the doggy stories Dad.
I have memories of AS and UWooffins feeding Rusty ice cream from a spoon.
I love my dog, but I'm not quite there yet. I don't share ice cream with just anybody.
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