Dad and Stubby

Hi Everyone!

Thanks for your nice response to our new blog.  You will be seeing more of Stella and Zkhat but I have one more old picture I want to show you.  Remember, these are pictures of pictures so the quality really is not good at all, but you can get an idea.

I told you that my Grandpa gave me Stubby the Boston Terrier when I was just a year old and he loved me a whole lot.  But he loved my Dad best of anybody in the world.  My Dad was a plumber, he had big hands and fingers and when he wanted Stubby to come, all he had to do was SNAP HIS FINGERS.  It made a  loud noise and Stubby came running from wherever he heard that sound.  When we were about five, I was so jealous of this, I used to lay in bed at night trying to snap my fingers, and could not do it.
My Dad used to go all around our town on various jobs and every once in a while Stubby would pick up his scent and happily track him down into a cafe where he would be having coffee and a doughnut.
(No leash law in those days so dogs just traveled around town).  Dad would share a piece of his pastry with the dog which endeared him even more to his favorite person.  When they were done, Dad would put him in his truck and drop him off at home. 

Then Stubby would come up on the porch, scratch at the door and my Mom would let him in, where he would have a good drink of water and go take a long nap.  Then he would come and find me wherever I was playing, not as much fun as Dad, but OK. He was a character but everybody loved him.

Jo, Stella and Zkhat