First puppy

First puppy

I don’t know if it’s what you’d call a treasured possession, but it was at the time.  I was about, oh, fifth grade or so, and my parents finally agreed to let us have a dog.  They got that way because the neighbor’s dog had puppies and we were pestering them to get a dog, so you know how that goes.   So we walked over to the neighbor’s and picked out a puppy.  It was some kind of collie mix, so it looked like a short-haired Lassie, kind of.  We don’t know for sure what it was, but it was just a little, tiny puppy.  When you’re only 11 years old or so, that’s quite a possession.  I got to carry it home, and it was cold, so I put it under my coat.  And that dog became all of our friends. So that was, at the time, a pretty prized possession.  I think that would be considered a pretty good part of the story.  Made me think of that when everyone else was talking.

Comments are closed.