When I was about six years old my Dad’s cousin bought a puppy.
” Nicky” as we called him was as sweet as he was big.
Nicky turned out to be pretty big when he was full grown:
But my story starts here:
Shortly after this picture was taken our family was together for a holiday event and we were all in the backyard when I asked if I could hold Nicky’s leash. I was walking around the yard with Nicky when my Dad whistled for Nicky and Nicky who for his own reasons would spend his life thinking he was a puppy around my Dad took off like a shot.
He pulled me right off of my feet ( considering I was a shrimpy little kid that was no surprise) and I held on to his leash while he dragged me across what seemed like a thousand acres of lawn right to my Dad’s feet.
” Why didn’t you let go?” I remember everyone asking me.
I looked back at them with the same look they were giving me. That look said – ” did you loose your single brain cell or did you just forget to bring it along.”
The answer was obvious I said with the leash still firmly clenched in my hand.
” I didn’t want him to get away.”
I handed the leash over and dusted myself off and spit a bit of turf out of my mouth and I’m sure I didn’t just walk off.
I probably swaggered away, like a boss.
Yes this is a true story!
Here’s some info about my cousin John and Nicky:
Shoreline man honored with AKC Lifetime Achievement Award