This is Boots, a German Shepherd/Beagle mixed breed who was part of my family in the 1970s. He was the dog part of whatever "a boy and his dog" aesthetic my life has ever held.
Boots was one half of a doggy duo with Joey, an older Beagle. They got along fairly well, as I recall, with a tired and wise Joey teaching a young and rambunctious Boots all about being the family dog.
I remember Boots being very frightened by thunderstorms and managing to wedge his not small body behind a bookshelf during one storm.
I have a memory, and I think it is accurate, of Boots resting his head on my feet as I sat in the living room. I remember walking him and I think he was along one day when my mother, at least one other brother, and I hiked out into a several-foot deep freak snowstorm late one winter.
This photo was taken late in Boots' life. He lived a long life and I think he was happy. He certainly did not lack for kids to romp with.
He did have to learn to live with a large number of cats over his lifetime. At times there were probably three cats, and sometimes a rabbit, in the house with him.
But Boots was a good-hearted sort. Not too bright, but ready to love and be loved.
1 comment:
Awww Boots looks like a great furbaby!
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