Our girls visited a friend for a weekend. They came home with a puppy. All puppies seem to be irresistible and this little pup was no exception. But too many is too many and we already had our cocker Spaniel, Georgie-porgie, and two cats.
Now I must interject how Dad felt about all this. “Sorry, girls, but you must find a home for that puppy. You did not have permission to do this and besides we already have one dog and two cats plus a few chickens.” (That’s another story.)
They did find homes for Ginger, as they name her. Each candidate was interrogated by Dad: Where will she live and what kind of a home? Who are they? How many kids … etc. etc. and on and on until that little adorable “Heinz-57” variety of a dog wormed herself into my hubby’s heart. She continually followed him around the yard sticking close by. She loved the outdoors and was so content with a bed by the backdoor under cover of the wood-shed.
She became a pal and my husband now called her “Rickets.” How that name came about I’ll never know, but a bone disease does grow on you. So Rickets lived with us for well over 15 years, happy and well-taken-care of.
Elaine W. Kniskern is a 80-year-old resident of Schenevus and a grandmother of five. She can reached at email@example.com. ‘Senior Scene’ columns can be found at www. thedailystar.com/seniorscene.