My Dog Snooks
When I was nine years old, I had a dog named Snooks. Now, she didn’t look like much, but she was my dog and I loved her. My mom would never allow a dog in our home, but she was okay as long as Snooks stayed outside. I have to say, there were times I would slip her in but I made sure she was out before mom got home.
I came home from school one day to play with Snooks and remembered that mom was working in my dad’s Georgia Power office downtown. She helped him out whenever his secretary was out sick or on vacation.
I decided I would surprise my mother and take Snooks for a walk to the office to see her and dad. I put Snooks on her leash and set out for Main Street. By the time I reached the office I noticed people were coming outside of their stores to see us, some smiling, some laughing and some expressions I wasn’t quite understanding.
I was thinking that even though Snooks wasn’t the prettiest dog in the world, she had lots of friends. In fact, some of her doggie friends had joined us for our walk and went all the way with us. Everything seemed really fine until I saw my mom running out of the office with a look that I recognized when I had done something really wrong.
“Get that dog in here right this moment!” she yelled. “What are you thinking?”
“Gee, I just wanted to surprise you by bringing Snooks for a visit,” I explained.
“Well, mission accomplished!” she said.
Somehow, I had this feeling that there were some things about the birds and the bees they hadn’t told me about yet, but I was sure I would know them before the day was over.