Snoopy
Patti and Snoopy
My father was verbally and physically abusive. He had a terrible temper and we walked on pins and needles around him to keep him from getting angry at us. Then, someone gave him a puppy. He did not really want the puppy, but there it was. This puppy was so smart. He could heel the cattle and pigs without being taught and he LIVED to work for my dad. He would walk beside him, always watching for the command to move the animals. My dad aslo hauled pig food in a big truck so he and Snoopy would take off in the morning and pick up pig food then deliver it. Snoopy was his constant companion. But, Snoopy was very sensitive. If Dad would get angry and yell, Snoopy would run away. When Dad got angry and threw rocks, Snoopy ran away and spent the night out in the woods hidding (and my Dad spent the night looking for him). My dad learned quickly that he had to curtail his temper and it spilled over to the rest of his life as well. What a change he made in my father (and our family)!