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Both my wife and I had dogs when we were growing up. Her’s was a beagle basset hound mix they called, Skipper. Per my wife he had short legs and was very well endowed. Her uncle used to say he didn’t care for the snow much as it would umm! Freeze it off! Because of that they used to call him, Skipper the Wonder Dog!
We lived in a twin in Southwest Philly and out neighbors had a dog Peppy that had a litter. We got the pick of the litter, a mongrel, we called Tux. He was part Shephard, Black Lab, Bulldog, and only God knows what else. This gave him some distinctive features his ears would almost go up like a Shepard but the gold-tips would hang down. He had the overbite of the bulldog. He had gold highlights on his paws, eyebrows, nose and was totally black other than the tips of his ears. We shared the twin house with his mother, Peppy.
When he got old enough, he used to leap off the porch into their yard and then run away for a few days. He would usually return home with dog catchers hot on his heels. One day the Fall before we moved, he never showed up. We like to think someone else took him in but in earnest we think the dog catchers finally caught up to him.
My older sister and her husband a few years after we moved from the city got us our second dog that came with papers as he was a Blue-Ribbon Pedigree German Shepard. In paying homage, we aptly named him, Sir Tux of Rosemont and submitted the papers. We had that dog from my sophomore year until my senior year of high school. He was a smart, non-aggressive dog unless provoked, which I wouldn’t recommend. I used to run him or take him with me everywhere. He was getting to big and he almost knocked my dad down the cellar stairs twice. My older brother and his newly married wife took him in at that point at about 18month’s old.
My wife’s family after having to put their dog down said it was too painful and didn’t want our kids to have to experience that kind of loss. It will suffice me to say that If dogs go to heaven I want to see, Sir, Tux of Rosemont again!
Our two grand-dogs Willie and Jack
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