My Dogs
Recently, I realized that I have never shared pictures of any of my dogs, in the column, though there are a few in the That Is All For Now Family Photo Albums. I am not sure why I have not, nor why I have decided to add them now; but I do know that I miss them all a great deal, and oddly, on occasion, I have found myself, picking up my phone, and scrolling through pictures of people that I miss, pleased they are so easily accessible, on this site. Thus, this months post will mean little to most, but a few of us will be glad to see these very loved pets.
Charlie, when he first came to live with us in Lakewood, California, in 1991.
He had been abandoned at an elementary school, and our friends Peter, behind the counter, and Lisa, standing next to Kate, looking away from the camera, thought he might be a perfect fit, with us —
which he was, thank God. Lakewood, California
I loved him!
Charlie at my Aunt Helen’s house in Florida.
Kate and Charlie, taking a nap in Whittier, California.
Charlie in his coat
Charlie and Binky
Callaghan only weighed 35 pounds, when we found him — he soon grew!
We had gone to pick Mother up in New Jersey, she is happily tucked away with Callaghan
Callaghan who we originally found in our garage, Whittier, but who took to the snow in Maine, like a natural.
He really did love the snow, and it did not bother him one bit.
Bob, Charlie, Kate, Callaghan, and Char — Lyman, Maine.
My Aunt Helen with Callaghan, hanging out in the kitchen.
For some reason, Kate decided to teach Callaghan how to climb the stairs.
Kate, in the snow, in Maine with Charlie and Callaghan
Kate and Callaghan and a bone!
Callaghan and Charlie
Kate holding Binky, our rabbit, with Charlie looking on, wanting to be picked up too, in Whittier, California.
Merry, who was with Kate and me for the longest and dearest. Though a bad picture, this was what she looked like when Kate brought her home, in Lyman, Maine, from work.
The day Merry, who was named Merry because she was always so cherry, came to live with us, and we knew she belonged, was when she walked over to Callaghan, scratched his hair a bit, and then rolled herself up, laying on top of him, and he let her stay. Merry was the best dog ever; I think because Callaghan and Charlie both welcomed her and taught her the ropes.
Merry loved car rides.
Well, actually Merry just loved to be with us, and was going wherever we were.
Kate and Merry at the beach in Massachusetts
Kate holding Merry in Virginia
Honest to Pete, she was hot, and pushed the button to roll down the window, and get some fresh air.
Merry hated this bag, but she did enjoy the places she was able to get into because of it.
Fran, who adored Merry, and took the absolute best care of her.
Merry at David and Roxanne’s — we always said that we went to visit people who welcomed us with our pets!
I know, it could not look more silly, Merry with a treat; but it looks like a cigar.
Kate’s pet raccoon, Arnold
Curly, the family dog when I was in high school – loved him – even as he got a bit old and perhaps not as darling as he once was. My Mother is holding Beth, as she says hi to Curly.
Poor Curly, he always had a few health issues, but a good soul.
Beth, Joy, Caroline, and Curly
Just for fun, my Mother and her dog, Schotzie with a picture of my Mother and Father imposed on the bottom.
