Chaotic Lisa of Lisa's Chaos is asking us to tell her about our pets. Since we currently are not fortunate enough to have a household pet, I would like to tell you about the family dog of my childhood.
Before the age of five, I was afraid of dogs. I am not sure if my parents got this dog to help me overcome my fear or if they were helping out some friends by taking this dog of their hands. Our dog was about five when she moved into our home. Her name was Kenstay Black Princess. She was a pedigree Shetland sheep dog. Princess as she was called had been a show dog; however, when she came to live with us, her show dog days were over. Apparently, former owners had used gum to make her ears stand up straight. Another dog bit her ear ending the show days of the lovely Kenstay Black Princess.
Princess was the perfect dog for our family including a timid girl of five. Like me, Princess was easily frightened. She did not bark at visitors but preferred to hide under the bed when we had guests. Although Princess was mild-mannered, she did have several delights. She was spoiled and would beg food from the table. Our family of five was happy to oblige this sweet dog by giving her bits and pieces of our supper. She also enjoyed licking the last remnants of ice cream from an emptied container. Furthermore, Princess loved the snow; I can see her now bounding through snow almost as high as the little dog. Although Princess is long gone, she did live twenty years.
To learn about other pets, visit Lisa for the list of the first Fun Monday participants of 2008,