A Boy and His Dog

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Years ago, when my ex-wife T. and I visited my Dad at the old house in Webster, he gave her a big box of old photos, through which, I’m sure, he never looked. When we got home, she sat next to me looking at the old pictures as I read a book. She came across the picture above.

“You never told me you had a dog when you were a kid!” she excitedly said. I vaguely remembered the dog; I think it was supposed to be part German Shepard or something.

“Oh, yeh,” I said, and went back to my book.

“Oh, yeh? ……….. That’s it?” Obviously my ‘A Boy and His Dog’ memories weren’t living up to her sentimental expectations. Maybe she watched a lot of TV as a kid.

“What was your dog’s name?” she asked, obviously shocked at my alien role in her early American fantasy. I probably should have just made up a name like ‘Brownie’ or ‘Bill’ or something – but, of course, I would then have to make up a million stories that Old Bill and I shared- so I just said, “I really don’t remember.”

Wrong answer.

“WHAT!?” she loudly said, “You don’t remember the name of your first pet?” She seemed pretty agitated about this. Why? Well, of course, I’d be the last person to ask.

“I’m going to call your Father right now!” she said reaching for the phone, “I’m sure he’ll remember!”

“Right.” I thought.

T. punched in my Dad’s number. I watched her face. After explaining the situation, her brow slid into a furrow. Her mouth opened a bit and she said, “Uh-huh. Oh. Well thank you, Mr. P. Good night, now.” She looked a little confused as she held the phone in her hand without hanging it up.

“What did he say?” I asked.

“He said he doesn’t remember you even had a dog.”

7 Responses to “A Boy and His Dog”

  1. Bill says:

    I can understand a guy forgetting a dog. I can understand another guy waxing poetic ad nauseum about his cats. What I cannot reconcile is both guys being the same guy.

    Dogs are far more affectionate than cats. Smarter too. I’m with T. How on earth could you forget your dog?

    Actually, I suspect the mutt belonged to a neighbor or relative, and someone snapped a photo of you with Bowser (Not Bill—-no way).

  2. Joe Belle-Isle says:

    Well, Maybe that’s not Frank, OR the dog was only with him a short time. Pets at most of our families, not all but some, are like on death row as soon as their adopted- auto’s, bad luck. But my dogs have been freinds. And people around here that hunt with hunting dogs keep them locked up and shoot them if, “That dog don’t hunt.” They are sick.

  3. Frank Paolo says:

    “Dogs are far more affectionate than cats. Smarter too.”

    I know enough not to get into a debate about the loving, mysterious, fascinating, and far more intelligent creatures called cats vs. their mutt friends, dogs.

    In the end, the very distinct features of each probably attract their owners. If dogs (pack animals) were people, you’d probably find them in bars yukking it up with their friends.

    Cats are solitary hunters. If they were people, you would probably find them sitting alone reading a book or typing these dumb things on computers.

    Bill, you are a purrfect cat person. I’m sorry no feline has chosen you as a companion. If you try a little harder, one might make sacrifices and choose to brighten your life.

  4. Bill says:

    Frank, I like cats and have owned quite a few. And you’re right; personality wise I am much more like a cat than a dog. But I loved my dogs too, and it’s hard for me to believe you could forget Fido’s name.

    If she weren’t already married, I’d fix you up with my sister. She’s even nuttier than you are about her cats and spends thousands on their health care.

    I’m sorry. I should have used the word enthusiastic.

  5. drad says:

    how come you didnt bring up the fact that your dad had to put pork chops in your pocket so the dog would play with you (thanks rodney)

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