Another story from Margy:
When Susan was little, Uncle Ned sold Grandpa a dog for 13c, and they named it Ned. Once it ate a toothpick, and it got stuck sideways in his butt. He acted fine, but when he tried to sit down, he would hop up and howl in pain. Grandpa took him into the vet because Susan was so attached to him and was crying. In town, Ned got away from him, and was hiding under the car. Grandpa wasn't happy to be on his hands and knees in front of the vet's office, trying to get a dog out. They had to do surgery on the dog, the only pet who ever got such treatment.
One time when everyone was gone, Mike and Pat cut the tail off of Ned. He bled like crazy, until they threw him in the feed bin, and the ground feed clotted the blood. Later that night, Margy was out burning the trash, and Mike came out of the shadows, saying, "We cut off Ned's tail, and he almost died. Susan is going to be so mad."
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This Mike guy is in a heep of trouble...PETA
I mean heap
Dad bought the dog at Ned's farm sale because Ned's kids were going around selling the puppies in a box. Susan named him Edwin Charles (for Ned) but of course called him Ned. The day of the tail-cutting, Mother was leaving for club, and as she was pulling out of the driveway, she said to the boys "DON'T cut the tail off of that dog." (They had been talking before about how it would look so much nicer with a short tail). I kind of remember Dad throwing him in the feed bin, because he was bleeding to death, and he hoped the feed would stop it. (Only Mike would know for sure)!! There's a picture around someplace of Susan holding the dog. She's outside on a lawnchair or something with the dog on her lap.
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