Hey All,
I’m back yet again!! First off, I’d like to thank @rambo & @missy for expanding the Homework to allow the Membership to participate. In my opinion it kind of helps us who are more on the shy side have more opportunities to interact with the SGs, Hopefuls & the rest of the Membership, as well as making said opportunities more likely to be meaningful connections resulting in better friendships/relationships for all. Now that I have proven I will talk your ear off if you let me I’ll get on with the Homework.
Back when I was but a wee lad, my Family (just Mom, Dad & Me at the time) had a dog, his name was King, He was a mixed Terrier (which means my Parents had no clue what he was other than a Terrier). King was my bestest best friend & Protector.
He proved this when I was about 1 or 2 years old. It was the 1970’s & people were able to be a little bit freeer about letting their kids play out in the yard without direct supervision. I was playing in the yard outside the kitchen window where my Mom could see me while she was washing dishes. Well Mom got distracted for about 2 minutes & when she looked up again I was not where she left me, naturally, she freaked out, looked all around the outside of the house, no me. She looked along the wall by the sidewalk on the other side of the house, no me. She looked in the neighbors yards, no me. Now she’s starting to worry, she calls my Dad at work, explains the situation, he comes home to help look. My Dad drove all around the neighborhood looking for me (Yes, I knew all the neighbors & they all knew me) while my Mom went & checked the park on the next block (I really liked the giant sandbox because it had a castle with a slide) neither found me. My Parents come home & are about to call the police (I was gone about an hour & a half at this time) when my Dad as he was going in through the kitchen door noticed King sitting rather attentively blocking the door to his doghouse. He walks up to King & says “King, where’s Robbie?”, King looks at him, stands up, moves to the side of the doghouse & there I was fast asleep. Apparently I had moved to the back yard & King not seeing one of my Parents with me herded me into the doghouse & wouldn’t let me out & I ended up falling asleep. Needless to say my parents were very relieved & King became the designated baby sitter if my Mom or Dad had to go in the house for some reason.
Just because I think this is cool: after my only sibling was born (my younger Brother) from the time he could walk by himself until he started preschool at 4 years old if my Brother wouldn’t go down for his nap my Mom would put him down in the doghouse & he would be asleep in 30 seconds or less. Sometimes he would tell my Mom he was going to play with King & when she came out to get him 5 minutes later he would be sound asleep in Kings doghouse.
King passed away after many wonderful adventures with my Brother & I when I was 10 years old & my Brother was 6. Some genius decided that the best way to shrink the feral cat population was to put out baits with rat poison in them. Somehow King got ahold of one & ate it. My Dad discovered him alive in the back yard when he came home from work. He rushed King to the vet but it was too late, there was nothing they could do for him. I still miss that dog.
Well, thanks for listening,
Wyldemann
