Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Wistful Wednesday : Spike
I believe this photo was taken in 1958. My brother and I and our Collie "Spike". Spike was full grown when we got him in the Fall of 1957. I believe that we got him from someone that could no longer keep him. My brother and I adored this dog, Spike was smart..he followed all the commands..sit, stay, come, lay down and shake. I was in "Dog Heaven". Honestly this dog was so smart it was like having your own personal Lassie.
During the summer, my Dad worked for a Construction Company..the summer of 1958 we left the farm and lived in Atwater, Minnesota for the summer. Spike went to live with Joe ( the guy with all the horses). Fine and dandy we got our dog back in the Fall.. Yippee..it was good to be back on the farm. The next summer we were in Stewart, Iowa.. and my parents gave Spike away. Spike went to a good home..he became the best friend of a mentally handicapped child. Well this is all well and good..but it did not make me feel any better. I cried buckets over that dog. I wanted my dog back. I thought it was horribly unfair that he was given away without a second thought. At one point I demanded that he be given back..because he was ours..he didn't belong to anyone else..I think I may have even stomped my foot once or twice. It was then that I learned that life was just not fair. My parents wouldn't even let us go and visit.. I looked at all the retarded kids I saw..and wondered silently " Is that the retard that has my dog?" I guess I was a pretty selfish kid, the next summer we stayed at home and my Mother started farming again. This is the only photo that I know of..it was taken during Deer Hunting season.
Spike was the third collie that we had..the first being a collie cross that was white and named Frostie ( he is the ghost dog..he shows up in lots of photographs in the background) , the second one was a pup..I believe we got as a gift from my Maternal Grandparents..they loved dogs too..anyway I cannot remember that pups name..we got him in the winter..and that next spring he died of Tick Fever...after that I religiously picked ticks off of all our dogs..and everyone's else's dogs too. I often think of Spike, I hope he lived a long and happy life.
I have loved dogs for as long as I can remember. They have brought much happiness to my life..and some sadness too..sometimes I ask myself if the happiness is worth the sadness.. I guess it must be. My parents could never understand my deep love for animals, they knew I had it..they just never seemed to understand it. It was always considered a flaw..I never considered it that way.. to this day I have shed more tears about animals, especially dogs..than I have over people. I really do like some dogs more than I like some people:)