So, the little Lassie dog gave birth to a bunch of these, and after a huge infestation of fleas and us putting Flea-bite down for mange I think, the mother was given away with all of her puppies but one, which we christened Bowser. I was reminded that Lassie did indeed survive us at least. Bowser grew into a large dog that could easily jump our fence and often did. Tabby was the only one that could teach Bowser anything. He left the cat alone after a few painful encounters. He would instead bound over the fence and go collect welcome mats from other porches or go wandering off across the neighborhood in search of big adventures- or maybe he was looking for his father. We all tend to do that. My Mom was a stay at home Mom then, so she was the one that had to go after him and bring him back. She knew nothing about training dogs.
In the midst of a very heavy Indiana snowstorm Bowser went forth and my Mom went after him. Bowser, in his excitement let the leash be put on and then bounded off pulling old Mom down in the snow several times. When she finally did get him in the car, she took him to the pound and brought back another dog.
We were shocked. We swore we would never ever do this to our children. Josie, above, was actually a very sweet dog and guarded us kids as if we were her own. Bowser hopefully made it to some farm, or at least to someone who knew how to train dogs.
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