Day #3 of Memories

Took it easy tonight because of the crazy hot heat index. I did spend some time picking fleas off Sparky. Don't quite understand that one because he's not due for his drops until the end of the month. So, I gave him a bath, hoping that would "flush" some of the little buggars away. Staying in the pet mode, let's move along to a question.

Which pet was your favorite, and what's your favorite pet memory? - Anonymous
I'm going to have to go with Cubby, the dog I had growing up. He was born in 1990 if I do remember correctly. Tom and I had finally convinced Mom and Dad to let us get a dog. It had been a few years since our previous family dog Ruby, an Airedale that died at a very young age.

The dog had to be small, and the animal shelters didn't have what we were looking for at the time. One of the pet stores in town had a very unique 6 month old dog on sale for 1/2 price. They put the little 10 -12lb dog in a baby crib for us to pet and look at. He peed upon us petting him, and it was love at first wee.

Dad, who was the most hesitant to get a dog, came up with the name for Cubby because the rest of us were so indecisive. I remember Cubby sneaking between the gate pole and gate fence because he was so skinny. There was one time we didn't realize he was gone until about an hour later, and he had only sniffed his way two houses down the block and across the street. Another time we couldn't find him, he had managed to get locked in the van, in the garage, when we were unloading groceries or something. Funny to open the garage door and see the dog at the drivers seat. Then of course there was the time that we died his hair blue, using Koolaid.