Pepper was my Mom's dog.
Pepper worshiped my Mom.
Pepper followed my Mom around the
house and was practically glued to her side.
Most nights, she even slept in my Mom and Dad's bed. Eventually, at some point
during the course of the evening, my Dad would kick her out and alas, she would
come to sleep in my room. Naturally, this made me happy.
Pepper and Pinky had very different personalities. It is
understandable, given Pinky's background of having been a street dog. Pepper,
although she came to our home as a young puppy, had 2 previous homes before
finding her forever home with us. I have no idea why they turned her away but I
am happy they did!
Pepper and Pinky got along very well. That is not to say
they didn't have their little "dog fights" but they were few and far
between and easily broken up.
Eventually my parents purchased a house in the suburbs but
by this time my oldest sister was married and we were now a family of 5 with 2
dogs. We moved to an adorable bi-level brand new home with a backyard that was
not fenced. Heavens, this would mean trouble for our little Pinky who still had
not figured out that she had found her forever home and that we would treat her
like a queen. She still liked to run, and run she did!
Before I go into that lonnnny story, let's see another cute photo of Pepper:
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