tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899831810806507714.post4594324714392100968..comments2024-02-17T00:55:10.798-08:00Comments on Rose's Cantina : Farm dogRose's Cantinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389671076128793051noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899831810806507714.post-85964017365085248132013-08-07T12:25:11.044-07:002013-08-07T12:25:11.044-07:00When I was about 8, my parents gave me a puppy. I...When I was about 8, my parents gave me a puppy. It was a black lab and I named her Daphne. She was relegated to the basement of our 3 bedroom, 1 bath house in suburban Kansas City, Missouri. She grew fast. Dad was raised in a Brooklyn tenement. So, puppy got very little useful information about what to do and got booted out the back door frequently. Dad built her a house with siding that matched our house and installed a chain, as there was no fence. The house was at the far corner and winter was coming. Mom bought a dog food that you add hot water to and it was supposed to make it delicious. I trekked out to her little house and sat in her house while she ate in the mornings before I went to school. One day, she got loose and ran for hours. I chased her for hours. Sore, frozen and exhausted from crying, I went home and she was there, by her little house. When I went to school on Monday, I came home and she was gone. Dad told me he took her to 'live on a friend's farm in the country'. I'm almost 50 and I still think about that dog. And my dad still has not developed the character to tell me the truth. momkat9090https://www.blogger.com/profile/02297897596780357369noreply@blogger.com