They called you tan, but you were golden
With some white thrown in
Part collie and part spaniel
I often wondered which was which
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My pup was named, very commanly, Bobby, but he made every step that I ever made. Someone killed him, and it was as though I had died myself that day. I was 11, but I will never forget that little man. Lovely, Marilyn.
A most striking, and Heartwarm Read.....Never had any Pets, Marilyn, as my parents wanted no part of the responsibility, but I wish they had felt & acted differently.And it is true stories like yours, here, that punctuate & staple that sentiment of mine....A FINE PENNING, YOUNG LADY''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR