I just got off the phone with Marty and he brought me up-to-date on some of the dogs his parents had when he was a youngster and growing up. One-day, Marty’s father (my brother) was driving along with
Rex
(their first dog in the early1930’s) in the car, the windows were open and
Rex
spots a lady walking along with a small dog.
Rex
having a mind of his own and the instincts of ferocious killers, millions of years old, jumped out of the open window, went for the little dog and killed it. Marty remembers that
Rex
was a massive dog, so large that he clearly recalls, as a toddler, riding on
Rex
’s back, as if the dog were a pony. Marty’s father did not want him to be put to sleep and I’m told my brother Max, another Marty uncle, had a friend who took Rex, the dog killer, to live on a farm.
Rex
was a magnificent and beautiful dog that, unfortunately, never lost his killer instincts. Many years later, in the 1950’s Marty’s parents got the aforementioned purebred Cocker Spaniel, Blackie. Ever the prim little lady, Blackie loved to be groomed, cuddled and in the company of humans. She lived a long and beloved, pampered life.
