Beanery Online Literary Magazine

March 2, 2008


Filed under: Visitor Writings — beanerywriters @ 3:54 am
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—written by Barb

It was 1979. Summer had come to my hometown of Connellsville, Pennsylvania, with its traditions of swimming, gardening and barbecues. These things meant nothing to me, however. All I wanted in the world was a dog.

My childish imagination envisioned a brown female dog named Tracy. Just before my sixth birthday, my dad took me to a nearby farm whose owner was selling puppies. Dad and the (to continue reading click on A DOG FOR ALL SEASONS )

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