I don’t remember getting the dog and she may have come into the family at the same time I did. All I know is that one of my brothers insists that I barked with the dog before I spoke to any human. He wanted to keep me separate from the rest of the family to see if I would learn how to communicate with dogs. This is the same brother who wanted to name me “Trigger” after Roy Roger’s horse. My parents nixed both ideas.
The dog and I were close. Once, we were sitting in front of my grandmother’s house in Maine watching the Fourth of July parade. I remember a band marching by and then this clown romping around the street. I had my arm around the dog. She stiffened. I didn’t like the looks of that clown either. The clown spied us, little girl and dog, and galloped toward us, he didn’t get too close; our dog stood and took off after that clown. She came back and sat next to me, “That’ll teach them to bother little girls.”