On Friday, Jul 2, 2004, at 12:22 America/New_York, blah1056 wrote:
> My life as a puppy: When I was about 3 years old, our German
> Shepherd Madison effectively adopted me. I was one of her puppies.
> Seriously. She would protect me from my own father when he walked by
> on his letter carrying route. Funny, eh? I of course have no memory
> of this but it's a story my mom used to tell me. Hmm, wonder if she
> subliminally influenced me into the fandom... *grin* if so, I salute
> her ;)
>
> Ok, now back to your regularly scheduled insanity.
*chuckle* I grew up with a kind of similar situation. I wasn't
adopted by any but grew up among my grandmother's dogs. When I was
very small I used to nap in a dog bed and my favorite toy was a plastic
pork chop squeak toy which I was very protective of. I used to carry
it around in my mouth. For me the Simpsons episode that introduced
Santa's Little Helper was totally freaky. Homer buys an identical
squeak toy for Maggie as a cheap x-mas present.
I don't know the experience influenced me either but I certainly did
grow up knowing a lot about dog 'language' and related better to
animals than humans.
Incidentally in my case the name would be Homer M., Homer the guinea
pig and Avenue M. I did know a girl in high school who would have had
Barbie Groo, as scary as that might be. A fashion fray? Where?!
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PS- You must be pretty young if the dog was named Madison.
Received on Sat Jul 03 2004 - 18:35:32 CDT