I want a dog house
My wise old grandmother used to say that if you live long enough, things come full circle. I’m just hoping I don’t live long enough to see the return of bell bottoms and leisure suits………..
Except for short periods of time, I’ve always had pets — dogs, cats, birds, snake, rabbit, mice, rats, pigs, cows, horses, armadillo, monkey, fish, guinea pigs, hamsters. I have always considered myself a dog person, though (shhhh! Don’t tell Zoey the Cool Cat).
Two pictures of Penney (long-haired dachsund) and Sugar (Chow Chow/Basenji mix), my dogs from 1980 when I was living in Houston:
That’s Sugar on the motorcycle. I used to let her come outside with me as Ii was putting on my motorcycle helmet. One day she jumped up on the seat. That gave me an idea, based on seeing people on both bikes and motorcycles carrying their dogs either on the seat in front of them or in a front handlebar basket.
Instead of going wherever it was I was going, I let Sugar stay there, got on the motorcycle (A Yamaga 700 Virago), started the engine, revved her up to see if Sugar could tolerate the noise (she could!), and took off slowing down the street and around the neighborhood. Sugar had no problem and was as happy as could be.
Eventually, she was riding with me to Dallas, Waco, and Houston. The speed limit then was 55 mph, but we got up to 59 mph. Going 4 mph over the speed limit was a habit of mine based on hearsay that the highway patrol didn’t give tickets if you were doing less than 5 mph over the speed limit.
Now, with the newfangled dog houses that I’m seeing, I’m thinking I need a dog. Or maybe I just need a dog house:
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