A Dog’s Life This is a reprint from my blog August 2020 By Paul Yoder on Saturday, August 29, 2020Thanks for reading Paul’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. It must have been about 40 years ago that Pup arrived at our home. My memory is a little foggy, but I seem to recall riding home from a flea market or auction barn in the back of our buggy with a little black puppy someone had given us. He was a mixed breed, predominantly black lab, I think. In today’s world of high-priced, registered, purebred dogs, Pup would probably have been sent to the shelter to be disposed of. However, we didn’t care about bloodlines and registration papers. We were just happy to have a puppy, and he was part of our life for a long time. In fact, when I think of our years in Windsor, MO, Pup looms large in my memory. He was my companion on many adventures, roaming the fields and forests surrounding our home. Pup was often with me and was probably more of a protector than I realized at the time. Although we gave him another name, it never stuck. Pup is what he was called, and that’s what he answered to.
A Dog's Life
A Dog's Life
A Dog's Life
A Dog’s Life This is a reprint from my blog August 2020 By Paul Yoder on Saturday, August 29, 2020Thanks for reading Paul’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. It must have been about 40 years ago that Pup arrived at our home. My memory is a little foggy, but I seem to recall riding home from a flea market or auction barn in the back of our buggy with a little black puppy someone had given us. He was a mixed breed, predominantly black lab, I think. In today’s world of high-priced, registered, purebred dogs, Pup would probably have been sent to the shelter to be disposed of. However, we didn’t care about bloodlines and registration papers. We were just happy to have a puppy, and he was part of our life for a long time. In fact, when I think of our years in Windsor, MO, Pup looms large in my memory. He was my companion on many adventures, roaming the fields and forests surrounding our home. Pup was often with me and was probably more of a protector than I realized at the time. Although we gave him another name, it never stuck. Pup is what he was called, and that’s what he answered to.