Priscilla Ballou wrote:
|| In article <
[email protected]>,
|| "Sherry" <
[email protected]> wrote:
||
||| My first dog, when I was 9 - one that a neighbor had had and I had
||| loved for several years as if he were my own, they let him spend
||| the night with me every so often, and I used to walk him every day
||| after school. When their son went away to college the dog was 5,
||| and they arranged with my parents to give him to me for Christmas.
||| He was a toy manchester terrier, and lived to be 15. That was many
||| years ago but seeing him run into the house (the neighbors had put
||| him over the fence into our yard) that Christmas morning with a big
||| red bow around his neck is as clear in my mind as if it were
||| yesterday.
||
|| Oh, that's a wonderful story!
What a great Christmas present!
||
|| Priscilla, who's thinking of putting bows on her cats and wondering
|| how long they would last
|| --
|| "Inside every older person is a younger person -- wondering what
|| the hell happened." -- Cora Harvey Armstrong
Speaking of cats and bows: Priscilla, did you see this website that
somebody posted a couple of days ago? What a HOOT!
http://www.fluffytails.ca/christmas.asp
--
Peter