Paka

I was searching for something

 the other day

 in my cedar chest.

When I opened it up

the first things I run into are

a Snowman Quilt,

made for our wedding 

(snowman themed)

by a friend,

then there are three ripple afghans . . . 

the one my grandmother had made 

(gray and pink)

which was always on the back of our sofa,

then the blue one I made

to take to college

and finally,

the one Mom requested . . . 

made out of cream, gold and brown yarn.

I would SO love to have them all out to use

but the idea of getting a ton of animal hair

embedded in them makes me come to my senses.

Anyway, the point of my post is this . . . 

I found puppy pictures of my Paka.

She was my 1st dog as an adult,

out on my  own 

and working to earn my own way.

She came to me at 8 weeks old . . . 

May 1974 . . . 8 weeks old
just a bundle of brown, black and cream fluff.

I  lived in an apartment complex

that didn't allow dogs . . . 

May 1974 . . . 8 weeks old
so she would get to potty outside

before I went to work

making sure no one was around.

Then, when I got home we went to the park

and she could run and potty all she wanted.

Then back home to wait until it got dark

to potty again.

The neighbors on my left had a dog too

and the neighbor on my right didn't care.

I knew I would be moving that summer

to a pet friendly apartment

and if I was told to get rid of her

Mom and Dad would have babysat.

But, we survived for the remaining

4 weeks of school and 

those 4 weeks in the apartment.

She grew to be a beautiful friend.

Christmas 1975 . . . a year and a half old.
She was a farm pup . . . 

part collie and part shepherd.

We were a pair for 15 years . . . 

Christmas 1975 . . . a year and a half old.
she spoiled me.

I could never have asked

for a better dog

to "grow up with"

into the adult world.

Miss you Paka Poophead.

You better be waiting for me,

Christmas 1975 . . . a year and a half old.
with Joy, Tavish and Sadie

when I make my final journey!