Pups in 88
Pat’s Horse Tales
r e t n i W As we move closer to the Winter Solstice, I reflect on winters past and my canine friends that made those journeys with me. There were three, in particular, that I remember best; Super Dog who traveled the chilly road with me for 18 years; Cara for 14 years and Patrick, Cara’s son, for 14 years. The three of them lived with me for a total of 38 winters. Super Dog arrived at his new home with us, curled up in my little girl’s arms when she was
eight years old and he was just four weeks old. He looked like a wind-up toy. His coat was long and red with black guard hairs on his upright ears and a face like a little fox. He had the demeanor of a Rottweiler. His lineage was iffy, at best, coming from the Piney Woods of East Texas where those little dogs originated with great noses, excellent eyesight, phenomenal hearing, and circus dog agility. They were used as squirrel hunting dogs, and they came in all colors
