I have always loved dogs.
I couldn’t wait to get my hands on one.
When my sister was born, our family got our first German Shepherd. His name was Lumpy.
A few years later we found a puppy on the street in Sarasota, Florida while visiting my grandmother. This picture ran in the newspaper to try to find the owner. No one claimed her so we kept her and named her Hushpuppy.
She was a good sport.
There is nothing like a bed full of dogs.
My grandmother eventually adopted Hushpuppy back and Lumpy died. We got another German Shepherd named Thumper.
And then, in 1977, I got MY first dog. She was the last pup in a litter born on a dairy farm in East Middlebury, VT. Her mother Patsy was an expert cow herder.
I named her Pumpkin.
The 1st summer I had her I drove all the way to California with my boyfriend. Thumper and Pumpkin came along. We all got to swim in the Pacific.
The story of what happened to Pumpkin is too long for one post. Stay tuned for Part 2.
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