Morey was dead. We were in deep mourning. This was the first
death we kids had ever experienced. Our parents could see we were sad so they
decided to take all five of us to the SPCA (pound) so we could get a new dog.
We knew this dog wouldn't replace Morey, no dog could. But it least it would
fill the void we all felt.
When we got to the pound, I was amazed at how many dogs we could
choose from. There were all types of
dogs. But we all had to agree which dog we would take home with us. So we all
looked around and consulted with each other.
We agreed upon a medium sized golden retriever. I doubt it
was a pure bred retriever. We didn't care. We just wanted a dog. I am not sure
how Mom and Dad felt about this type of dog. It was much larger than Morey.
But, they agreed and we got the dog.
I am not sure how it happened, but we decided to name him Clyde. The movie Bonnie and Clyde as out during that time, maybe we named him after the outlaw Clyde. Seemed a great name at the time.
Clyde was a fun dog. Not the neighborhood dog Morey was, so
we had to make sure he stayed in the backyard. If I recall correctly, Clyde
kept getting out of our yard so Dad had to add slats to the fence to keep Clyde
in place.
Taking Clyde for a walk was a chore. It was not so much a
walk as it was a pull. Clyde would pull us all over the place.
One day we all noticed that Clyde as getting a little fat
and seemed to be slowing down some. He didn't want to go on walks as much and when
we did walk him, he no longer pulled us. We are all confused. Was he ill? Did
dogs ever get sick?
Not long after Clyde started gaining weight and slowing down
we were surprise with five golden retriever puppies. Clyde was a girl! Who
knew?
Okay, there had to be obvious evidence, but I figured all
dogs were boys and all cats were girls. It never occurred to me that there were
girl dogs. We all learned something that day. Well, I did.
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