I have been looking through a bunch of pictures that my Aunt Eleanor has that belonged to Granny Cook, and finding this one sure brought back some great memories.  This is the very first pet I remember having and I was probably around 4-5 years old in this picture.  The big rough looking dog was Bozo and one of the most gentle pets anyone would ever want.  He was a Chow and I loved him very much…we were the best of friends.

I remember that Granny didn’t like dogs in the house, but sometimes the door would get opened (Hmmm wonder how?) and Bozo would come walking inside and lots of times the two of us would be found underneath the dining table with Bozo sleeping and me sleeping on his back. 

I think maybe Madison got her love of dogs from me, although my Mom didn’t encourage that love very much, because she was always afraid I would get bitten.  Bozo was the only dog I really could call a pet while I was growing up and he certainly was a great pet.  He has been gone a very long time and my Uncle Clayton and Aunt Mabel were the ones to bring him to Granny and Granddad’s and I believe he is walking around on those streets of gold with them and they are all having a great time.  See ya again Bozo my friend.