Monday, June 21, 2010


Today's post is about my first dog, Ali. I think I started asking for a dog and a horse the instant I was born. I finally got  Ali when I was 8 years old. My sister Susan named him Alhambra, Ali for short. He was a silver poodle and a royal pain in the ass. I can't count the number of times he bit me. He adored my mother and she him. He never bit her. He was with us long enough that Gerry got to "know" him. Gerry who loves all animals still can't mention Ali's name without throwing "little bastard" into the sentence as well. Yes, he bit Gerry too. Ali was an angry little dog but I loved him and every time I see a little silver poodle I remember him....fondly.

1 comment:

  1. What a great photo. I think your childhood dog always has such a strong impact on you. I remember my dog Rusty, a German Shepherd/husky mix, so strongly. For one thing, we did so much together, so most of my childhood memories also include the dog, but I also remember how he protected us from the neighborhood bullies, how he was afraid of the July 4th fireworks, how he hated one of my Dad's friends because the friend teased him when the dog was a puppy, the day I found him dead in our backyard, and how I cried in bed at our loss.

    Sparky has changed the dynamic of our family today in so many ways, too, and I know the kids will remember Sparky for the rest of their lives, long after Sparky dies.


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