|Photo from Google Images, street mongrel|
Define Mongrel....A mongrel, is a mixed-breed dog or mutt is a dog that does not belong to one officially recognized breed and is not the result of intentional breeding. quote from Wikipedia
At 8 years old, I chose a dog much like the one above from the humane society. Mother said why do you want THAT dog? look at this one and this one. No! I want this one... Why? Because he is ugly and no one else will want him. He was ugly, the one above is beautiful to me. I named him Sticky Baby, something to do with syrup and pancakes.
In 1955, Daddy was still in school at Clear Creek Baptist Preachers school, which allowed him to finish high school and get his degree. He was still pastor at the church mentioned in prior post.
We lived on campus. The rules said NO PETS! There were Strays from the mountains surrounding us.
Guess who sneaked around and fed the stray that looks like the one above, Exactly like the one above. I named her Ginger. A few weeks after she started hanging around we got up to find FIVE PUPPIES..... I fed them all. they got big enough to be noticed.
Daddy was called into the deans office and reminded of the NO PETS policy on campus. The dean was told they were NOT OUR DOGS.
The dean called the animal control. They came and gathered all the stray's, about 10 of them including my 6 strays.
In my infinite wisdom, I told the DEANS twin sons that their dad had locked up all the dogs in their garage and the truck was coming to take them away. They will KILL them I sobbed...
The next thing I knew I was in trouble for Breaking Out the Strays.. It seems someone took the bar off the garage door and LET THE DOGS OUT! ( I may have stood and watched the breakout 😊)
But Daddy, I didn't do it. the twins did it. The dogs stayed. They lived on scraps moving from house to house and I loved them all. I had the dogs but did not have the dogs, no vets were needed.
In 1956 daddy graduated and his new church was 90 miles away and when we moved to Sloans Valley, we took Brownie and Blackie with us, two of the puppies. I don't remember why it was those two.
The thing is they wreaked havoc from the day we moved in. Half grown, they gathered newspapers and shredded them, they turned over trash, they went on peoples porches and removed feather pillows from the railings and RIPPED and rained a snowstorm of white feathers from their front porch to ours. I was almost 13and thought what is the big deal?
A few weeks after the feather fiasco, Mother and Daddy forced me to ride 12 hours in our 1953 Pontiac back to Savannah, Georgia to visit family...
When we returned home to Sloan's Valley a week later, Blackie and Brownie were no where to be found. I WAS TOLD they must have run away.....
I have often wondered if daddy asked, or paid someone to get rid of the dogs OR if they did it without him knowing. I always and to this day believe he was the instigator of the disappearing pups, but he never admitted it. I DO STILL BELIEVE they did NOT run away!!!