You were the same height as your dog?

[rg paddler]

I remember when me and my dog (bless his rovering soul) were the same height.He was a puppy and I was just a kid.The first night I met him we sat on the sofa.He looked at me with his big nose and long ears and said nothing.I looked at him with my fringe and my wide eyes and I feel he knew more about what was going on than me so I said nothing too.We were instant soulmates.Then I kissed him one day on his big nose and knew - without anyone telling me - that his time to depart from this mortal world had come.When I got home from school,he was gone.

Still love ya Barney wherever you are....

now I'm crying

[Green]

I'd try to ride my dog when I was really little. She'd just sit down and I'd fall off.

[rg paddler]

My friend says he used to hold his dogs nose and pretend he was playing a trumpet - the dog didn't seem to mind - he knew he was just being friendly.Having said that - my dog (bless his rovering soul) did actually bite me in the face one time - so he was also wild too.haha

[themnax]

i remember when i was small enough i would have been. we didn't have one then. which is just as well as we would have had to leave him behind when we moved to california from new york when i was three.

but i remember plenty of incidents from when i was that small and younger.

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[rg paddler]

like...........

[themnax]

like...........

like being in love with one of the neighbor's and mom's friend's little girl, babling away at each other when they would wheel us to the park, in that secret babble language only infants can understand.

like scaring my mom nearly out of her sking standing on the very edge of the formwork for a basement that had just been poured and was a looooooooong way down and wound almost certainly have killed me were i to have fallen.

like mom and me arrainging rocks to make a rock garden in a front yard of a new little house in buffalo before we moved, where nothing would grow (probably would have if she'd known what i know now about soil preperation and time, but of course i didn't then and couldn't have communicated that knowledge convincingly if i had)

like my shock when we arrived in california that my favorite fire truck that was big enough to ride on (for me at age three) had been left behind when i had tried and insisted so adimantly that it be taken with us. (which of course it probably couldn't have been, though this is still by no means certain)

like, need i go on?

like the airport set i got for christmass after my first birthday. a whole bunce of little airplanes and ground service vehicule and i think something to represent a terminal building.

like eating vennison with neighbors and friends of my dad's in truckee before i started kindergarten.

like the rubarb pie my mom and all our neighbors used to make from the rubarb that grew wild all arround truckee california. this was in the early 50s. long before the freeway. when the road was still 2 lane. and accross it from our house was the railroad where my dad worked. and the trains would sound like they were going through the middle of the house when the went by. and there was a song. about the railroad runs through the middle of the house.

like the other house that was a duplex over the creek.

like going for long walks with and learning to read from, my dad, both before starting kindergarten. and the books he taught me to read from; aesop's fables, henry david therough's 'walden', and something called the pogo series. not pogo the possum who was in the funny papers, but about a boy and his dad and their dog, who was also named pogo, who when arround visiting various industries and learning about how the machines worked and what they did.

about starting to go for long walks all by myself. also before starting kindergarten.

climbing up the timbers of an abondond tresstle that crossed the same creek our house did, but more then a mile away from it, back in the woods.

i had a girl friend in kindergarten there too. we were both going to skip school and she was going to meet me somewhere but her parents found out about it and wouldn't let her out of the house.

about the first model railroad i'd ever seen. just a narrow shelf running arround the basement of a freind of my father's house. but with a working automatic signal system build with releys. this was before transisters. before we left buffalo to come out to california.

the time he took me to work with him and i got to spend the day in a railraod switch tower in the yards in buffalo new york. where the new yourk central crossed the buffalo creek. and there was a button you had to press on the back of the tenders of the big hudson (4-6-4) steam engines that had something to do with an automatic train stop signal system. part of my dad's job as towerman there then. and his carrying me over to press that thing.

enough? there's more. lots more.

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[cerridwen]

my mom has a pic of me and our old dog Nab, he was a fairly big dog, and sitting he was a good head taller than me in this pic... I miss him.... :( But it's a funny pic tho.