Skip to comments.Growing Up American: Small-Town Dog
Posted on 07/27/2014 8:58:10 AM PDT by afraidfortherepublic
Before dog licenses and leash laws; before doggie mohawks, colored hair and painted toenails; before $100 teeth cleaning, $800 vet bills, and humiliating Halloween costumes, there existed in almost every sleepy town with a red brick school and a white church steeple an extinct breed of canine I like to call the American dog. He (or she) went by names like Old Shep, Old Dog Tray, or Spot. This is the story of an American dog.
UNCLE ROY AND HIS PUPPY: SPOT'S ADVENTURE BEGINS
My mother's uncle Roy was a WWI veteran. He had been gassed in the trenches in France and was never quite the same again. In the late 1930s, Roys wife left him, with nothing but their new puppy remaining. Devastated and depressed, Roy realized he was unable to care for the pup. He brought the little dog to his sisters house. She was married with six children, and the puppy was a welcome addition. The puppy and the littlest child, my mother Arlene, would eventually become inseparable. Thus began Spots long and adventurous journey.
DOG ABOUT TOWN
Spot was a mixed breed cocker spaniel and something else. He was white with tan spots and grew to about 40 pounds. The entire family loved Spot, but he became Mom's dog and constant companion.
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Dentals are $300 & up in San Antonio- & that’s our rural vet, who is much cheaper. :-) Just sayin’. Looking forward to the article!
What a sweet story! Thanks for posting.
Love these types of stories.
Great story. Makes me long for those days.
Didn’t we all have a dog like Spot? I surely did.
2 weeks later...finally getting back to FR and reading this...THANKS! for a wonderful find!