When people harken back to the "olden days" as they often do in times of stress, they sometimes think of favorite things from their past. Favorites toys, favorites clothing, favorites books. Favorites pets.
Pets were different then. A dog was a dog. Do you remember seeing dog dresses and sweaters, and bedazzled collars? I don't.
We had the best dog ever. His name was Sam, and he was a black Lab. Sam was our "Old Yeller." I don't remember him doing anything wrong, ever. He watched the kids, he watched the yard.
Sam never wore clothes, never had a cute matching collar and leash set, never went to doggie yoga. He ate his meals on the back porch. Sam ate table scraps, chased squirrels and followed us around. Once my dad gave Sam a treat in the house. Sam sat statue-like with a big lump in his cheek for the longest time - he didn't want to eat in the house because he knew he was supposed to eat on the back porch.
No one ever came into our yard who wasn't supposed to.
He was the best dog we ever had. And when he passed of old age, there was another black lab named Sam. Kind of like the sequel to Old Yeller.
Back when dogs were dogs.
Sam never wore clothes, never had a cute matching collar and leash set, never went to doggie yoga. He ate his meals on the back porch. Sam ate table scraps, chased squirrels and followed us around. Once my dad gave Sam a treat in the house. Sam sat statue-like with a big lump in his cheek for the longest time - he didn't want to eat in the house because he knew he was supposed to eat on the back porch.
No one ever came into our yard who wasn't supposed to.
He was the best dog we ever had. And when he passed of old age, there was another black lab named Sam. Kind of like the sequel to Old Yeller.
Back when dogs were dogs.
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