serving your purposePosted: July 29, 2012
Crackers was our dog. She was a mix, maybe some springer spaniel giving her the white coat with orange patches. Back then, we didn’t understand how a dog should live, and kept her in the back porch where she barked, or chained in the yard where she barked. She wasn’t integrated with us, part of the family. I regret it to this day.
One night, she started barking like wild at midnight. My dad woke up, and I could hear him go out to the back porch and yell, “Shut up!” She barked a bit more, and then went back to her bed. About one hour later, she was at it again, even louder, throwing herself against the door, snarling, growling.
Again my dad stomped out, and yelled at her, “I told you to shut up!”
Next morning we came out, and the car was gone. Stolen from under everyone’s nose but Crackers.