[Dailydrool] window sills, linoleum, stairs......

[Beverly Szaton]

When I was a kid (4 yrs old) my Dad bought an English Pointer (now they're
just Pointers, I believe). Anyway. The dog was from hunting stock, had been
raised (more or less, more less than more) in a kennel, had never been in a
house, heard a phone ring, been around kids.....and was 6 months old.
Punk never was properly housebroken. He never really, we think, learned his
name. He ate all the wooden window sills on the front porch and part of the
screen door. When my Dad died a few yrs ago and we went to sell the house,
we continually had to deal with the question of, what happened to these
window sills? He would not cross linoleum--unfortunate since he was fed in
the kitchen which had a linoleum floor: would go up the stairs but Mother
had to carry him down (and he was a moose) and at the Vet's would not get
out of the car but braced all 4 legs against the door frame and SCREAMED.
But he loved birds. He could find any bird in the Universe, drag you to them
and point.
 Dad gave him away to a friend who wanted a hunting dog. I hope Punk was
happy, and I bet he was.
This is pretty typical of what happened to all the dogs we had when I was a
kid. It was our fault, but we didn't know that. I look back now and am
awestruck at our stupidity. We just weren't a good "pet" family. The Guinea
pigs died, the fish went belly-up, the dogs all were crazy and cats were not
allowed.
I look at my 4 Bassets and my Belgian and wonder how anyone could have been
so dumb. Everytime we got another dog my Mother would say "Oh Beverly, not
ANOTHER one!!!" LOL what would she say now! (Nebbermind: I know already.)

MomPerson and Proud of it, to Nigel, Llewis, Mitchell, Zelda and Cooper.
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