Thursday, August 26, 2010

A DOG STORY--PART 1

The first dog I ever remember owning was a Pomeranian. My sister, Pat, gave him to me for my birthday. He looked like a red fox that had put his paw in a light socket and had his tail in a giant curler.

photo courtesy google search

I thought he was a noble dog. How I knew anything about nobility as a six or seven-year-old, I don't know. Maybe someone explained pedigrees to me. So I started looking for an appropriate name and there it was, on a box of crackers. Crackers. Ritz crackers. I must have heard the word Ritzy somewhere so I named him Fritzy.

And there my memories of Fritzy ends. I asked my older sister. Julie, what she remembered about Fritzy. Surely she had a better memory than me, she would have been about fifteen or sixteen.

"Wasn't he a yapper?" she said.

All little dogs seem to be yappers, it's perhaps the "short man" syndrome.

And that, my friends, is all my sister and I remember about Fritzy, the noble yapper, my first dog.

6 comments:

Cindy said...

All I remember about my first dog was that it a big black dog and we names him Whitey!!

Michael Rawluk said...

I am short but I do my best not to yap.

Colette Amelia said...

I can vouch for Michael. He is a very well behaved pet!

Those Poms are too cute!

Lorraine said...

At least you remembered him ;) x

hillary said...

Didn't WE have a dog names Fritzy? It was before the cat named Kitty.

We are super original.

Kathy said...

This was too funny Lynne.