Arrival Story: Ring was my very first dog and I got her for my second birthday. A friend of my mother's gave her to me when I was two years old. I may have only been two, but I will always remember the day the lady who came to our door in the rain with this little puppy under her raincoat. My parents said they named her Blackie but I kept running around behind the dog saying "Ring, Ring, Ring". It was obvious to all that I was fascinated that her tail formed a "ring" so her name was changed to Ring because it was all I would call her.
Bio: I grew up with Ring and she was the most wonderful dog. In 1956 she had a litter of puppies and we kept one and I named him "King" after Sergeant Preston of the Yukon's Siberian Husky. When she was carrying the second litter of puppies a number of years later, Ring caught distemper. In those days Distemper shots were not readily given to dogs. We took her to the vet and he said if she is alive in the morning bring her back; there was nothing he could do. My mother made an old fashioned mustard plaster and put it on her chest. In the morning she was up walking around! The vet was astonished. She had the litter of puppies and we kept one naming her Tinkerbell. Peter Pan was big that year! The vet believed it was because of the distemper that all of the puppies teeth fell out and never grew back. All food had to be ground for them. Ring was spayed after that litter. I had Ring through all my growing up years and she taught me trust, love, and loyalty and was always there when I was being punished for some things I did (I deserved it.) We lived on a farm and my mother had an old wood kitchen stove. I always hid behind the stove after being punished and Ring would come with me to keep me company. I was holding and petting her and she pushed my hands up against the stove accidentally. I didn't want her to get blamed so I put mittens on and when my mother saw me with mittens in the summer she made me take them off. Unfortunately I ended up with 3rd degree burns on my hands and the blisters came off with the mittens. It was quite an ordeal with both hands wrapped up for so long. I never told my mother what had happened until years later. After all, my loyalty was to my dearest friend, Ring. Being only five or six at the time I was afraid she would be blamed. Ring went to Rainbow Bridge while I was in high school. I will never forget the love she had to give and how she was always there for me as I was growing up. Rest in peace my little Ring.