My first grade school was walking distance from the house, so as soon as I could handle it on my own, I went there unassisted. Sadly without Cleo. This was now city living, so she had to stay in the yard. She was also getting old in dog years, so she was often confused or agitated. When Cleo and I went for walks I had to have her on a leash. Something that wasn’t at all necessary on the Navajo reservation, but was required in our neighborhood. I didn’t weigh much and she’d drag me along and sometimes I’d fall down and skin my knees. It was incredibly frustrating, because she went from being the dog that obsessively kept me in the yard, to one that ran ahead of me without really knowing where she was going or why. Shortly after our move there, Cleo was put to sleep. Dragging me became biting and she no longer recognized anyone and attacked all of us. Losing her was devastating and I’ve never had that type of bond with an animal ever again. She was truly special.
I hate to tell you this but one of my punishments was having to play in your room with you for an hour if I misbehaved. Honestly I didn't mind the spending time with you part, but having to be in your Strawberry Shortcake Carebear My Little Pony Nightmare world for an hour was a little more than the 11 year old me could take. :)
I hate to tell you this but one of my punishments was having to play in your room with you for an hour if I misbehaved. Honestly I didn't mind the spending time with you part, but having to be in your Strawberry Shortcake Carebear My Little Pony Nightmare world for an hour was a little more than the 11 year old me could take. :)
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I took a shit on the front lawn once when I was a kid. My Older brother still reminds me about that.
Makes sense to me. You were very creative!