When I was a really young kid, I knew animals were important
to me.
My parents were always busy and freaky and OCCUPIED.
We lived in a small apartment in Glendale, Queens and the houses were
attached. Our nearest neighbor was a
woman named Kris. She was married but
CHILD-LESS. Older than my parents, and
yet my mother seemed to view her as a "lesser-than" because of her
CHILD-FREE STATUS.
Kris always had dogs, tho'.
And she had me, too.
My father worked all hours and my mother was super-busy with
my hyper older brother and my infant younger brother. I coulda got lost in the mix,
But I didn't,
'cuz I had Kris.
When I was tiny, Kris had a dog named
Queenie.
She was a long-haired dachshund
And not so keen on kids.
So I admired ole' Queenie
And never pushed my hand
I admired and loved her
From afar.
By the time Queenie passed on,
I was about 6 and
Kris got Petey.
Petey was a GERMAN SHORT-HAIRED POINTER.
Yessir, that's what Petey was.
He was white and tan-spotted
And hyper and crazed
And I loved him so much
I thought I might die.
We were such good friends
Ole' Petey and I…
TO BE CONTINUED….
