My life, part III
I've only got about 30 minutes so this installment is gonna be short.
I think I need to talk a little about about the best friend I ever had in my whole life. It seems like he showed up about the 3rd or 4th grade. His name was Keno. He was half Doberman Pincher and half Boxer. Dad told me not too long before he died that Keno was actually half Pit Bull, not half Boxer but I once found a picture of a Boxer that was the EXACT same color as Keno, in fact looked exactly like him except for the face. Keno had the face of a Doberman and the body of a Boxer and was this reddish brown color. He was without a doubt one of the most beautiful creatures I ever laid eyes on. We got him when he was just a little tiny puppy and he was supposedly my sister's dog but in my heart, he always belonged to me.
Keno and I spent a lot of time together. He went everywhere with me except to school. When there was no one else to play with, I played with Keno. He could be scary looking but all the kids I hung around with knew and loved him. He was extremely intelligent and always gentle with me but he didn't play well with other animals. For some reason, he hated poodles with a white hot passion and it was a real challenge to hold him back when one came into sight. I once took him to a dog show at the park and he got in a fight with every other dog there. They actually gave him a ribbon for being the meanest dog, a fact I wasn't too awful upset about. I was a pretty timid kid so having the meanest dog wasn't a bad thing. He loved riding in Dad's pickup and could jump in the back without putting down the tailgate. Dad always called him out when we got close to home and he would race us. Watching him run was an incredible experience.
Keno lived to be about 15. He'll show back up occasionally as we go thru the years.
Back to 4th grade. I think it was 4th grade when I fell in love for the first time. I guess I was about 10. I'm an incurable romantic, I was always in love with some girl. I believe that so much of how we are is built in from birth, I was destined to be in love a lot but unfortunately, seldom have my affection returned. The problem was a crippling shyness, something I still haven't completely overcome. No one who knows me believes this little fact but it's true. Even when a girl showed interest, I was too timid to pursue her so spent a lot of time pining after this girl or that one. I never had a real girlfriend till I went to college.
Anyway, my first that I remember was named Julie. She was blond, always wore her hair in long braids and had freckles. She was always nice to me, not something I was used to, and there was just something about her. I can still see her face like she is standing front of me.
I'm out of time so on to 5th and 6th grades in the next installment.
I think I need to talk a little about about the best friend I ever had in my whole life. It seems like he showed up about the 3rd or 4th grade. His name was Keno. He was half Doberman Pincher and half Boxer. Dad told me not too long before he died that Keno was actually half Pit Bull, not half Boxer but I once found a picture of a Boxer that was the EXACT same color as Keno, in fact looked exactly like him except for the face. Keno had the face of a Doberman and the body of a Boxer and was this reddish brown color. He was without a doubt one of the most beautiful creatures I ever laid eyes on. We got him when he was just a little tiny puppy and he was supposedly my sister's dog but in my heart, he always belonged to me.
Keno and I spent a lot of time together. He went everywhere with me except to school. When there was no one else to play with, I played with Keno. He could be scary looking but all the kids I hung around with knew and loved him. He was extremely intelligent and always gentle with me but he didn't play well with other animals. For some reason, he hated poodles with a white hot passion and it was a real challenge to hold him back when one came into sight. I once took him to a dog show at the park and he got in a fight with every other dog there. They actually gave him a ribbon for being the meanest dog, a fact I wasn't too awful upset about. I was a pretty timid kid so having the meanest dog wasn't a bad thing. He loved riding in Dad's pickup and could jump in the back without putting down the tailgate. Dad always called him out when we got close to home and he would race us. Watching him run was an incredible experience.
Keno lived to be about 15. He'll show back up occasionally as we go thru the years.
Back to 4th grade. I think it was 4th grade when I fell in love for the first time. I guess I was about 10. I'm an incurable romantic, I was always in love with some girl. I believe that so much of how we are is built in from birth, I was destined to be in love a lot but unfortunately, seldom have my affection returned. The problem was a crippling shyness, something I still haven't completely overcome. No one who knows me believes this little fact but it's true. Even when a girl showed interest, I was too timid to pursue her so spent a lot of time pining after this girl or that one. I never had a real girlfriend till I went to college.
Anyway, my first that I remember was named Julie. She was blond, always wore her hair in long braids and had freckles. She was always nice to me, not something I was used to, and there was just something about her. I can still see her face like she is standing front of me.
I'm out of time so on to 5th and 6th grades in the next installment.
posted by Big Ed at 4:11 PM
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Sorry, I've been busy. I'll try to do the next one this weekend some time.
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