August 28th 2011 1:08 pm
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While on a job a professional mover overheard a little girl asking her dad, "Now that we have our own house, Daddy, when are we gonna get a puppy?" That little girl was me and my dad was a U.S. Marine Sergeant moving into his very first long term home. It just so happens that mover's own dog had just had a litter of puppies and he was looking for homes for them.
And so Curly came into our lives for the next 13 or so years. I don't remember going to the mover's house or picking him out. Not sure who thought to name him after a stooge!(probably Dad)
I was told he was a cocker/poodle mix, but now I suspect there was some lhaso in him, too. He was a scruffy, little, black mop of a dog.
He refused to eat dog food. So we kids would pretend to eat biscuits and kibble to get him to eat too and not starve to death. Although my parents are known to be notorious feeders from the table, so I suspect most of his sustanance came from human food. No wonder he didn't like his dog food!
Curly ended up being my mother's dog as often happens. He loved her dearly and followed her everywhere. He loved me and my little brother, too, but often we bugged him and he mostly just tolerated us kids.
He was kind of scared of my dad who was approaching the end of his military career and had a rather stern air about him at that time. But I remember once rough housing with Dad. He was playfully wacking my backside with a phone book and I was laughing. Curly must have thought I was crying, though, and he came up snarling at Dad! We stopped our playing to look at him and he immediately realized his mistake. He went slinking off, head held low. If dogs could blush that would've been one red dog! Of course, he was not reprimanded. My dad actually admired that this little dog would stand up to him for one of the kids. No child abuse allowed in this house! You'd have to answer to Curly!
He was one brave, little, feisty dog. He was not our dog. We were his kids!
Yours in Dogster,
Jamaica & Pepper's humom
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So beautiful... wonderful memories
Thanks for sharing! Loved it!
Thanks for reading, dear friends. It's funny how these entries can morph into a life of their own. I had totally forgotten about the phone book event until I sat down to write this!
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So let's try as Jamaica!