My First Dog

My First Dog by Steve Adams

My dog just walked over and started licking.  I hugged her and we sat together watching the squirrels out of the window.  This brought back memories of my first dog, Tony.  

I was at an auction sale and was maybe about 10 years old, when someone brought a load of puppies for auction.  All of the pups sold except one.  As with all puppies, she was cute and would look at me with those large brown eyes.

I offered the owner $1, which was a LOT for me, and I ended up with a soft new puppy.  My dad laughed as he told the story again last night, and informed me the guy would have given me the puppy, but for a kid at that age, bargaining was unknown to me.

Tony was a great friend and had this habit of showing her teeth when she was happy.  She loved to play tug of war, throw up a paw for a shake or drown me with licks. We spent many years as a team together on the farm.

That was 50 years ago, but her smiling memory will last forever…

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