Could tell stores for an hour and a half on a couple of fondly remembered dogs in my childhood, a beagle then a collie.
Parents have all the photographs.
Beagle was obtained as a puppy when I was a toddler.
Runt of the litter, grew up almost shaped like Popeye or a bulldog.
One place we lived, he'd sometimes get out of our yard and go hang out with a poor family up the hill who had a disabled chronically ill child. People we had no idea who they were knew him by name and he knew them!
Collie was a rescue, 3 year old show dog caught in puppy mill.
Did she ever have a chance to be a puppy herself? Whatever us boys were doing she wanted IN! on the action & the more rough and tumble the better! Sports and canoeing were her favorite activities.
And yet ...
She quite happily let our toddler age youngest cousin lead her around by the collar, "Come here Lassie puppy. Follow me Lassie puppy."
After getting out on my own in the 1980s I've had cats since they are easier to have in apartments.
Plenty of stories to tell on them too.
Here are the current two. Frizzy one with white turns 15 this year and the other 14. Wow, it has been that long, really?!
Note the frizzy one giving the other a bit of side eye, totally deserves it.
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