This week my students are writing memoirs about significant happenings in their lives. This is an emotionally fraught exercise.
As a teacher, I believe in teaching by model. So I wrote my own memoir about a time when my dog ... oh, wait! I've never told that story here.
Here's the dog in question, 1969. I'm actually writing this story about writing a story about a dog.
Basically I'm putting the photo here so I can show my students. Maybe some day I'll tell all of you about how this magnificent pet saved me from danger.
Yes, students, that's me on the right.
10 comments:
Love your blog; think I found it through Debra...seems to be a common path! New reader. Now living in Ohio but I grew up outside Philadelphia...love your Philly pics, especially your Mummers outfits. No one in Ohio has ever heard of, much less seen, a Mummers parade; their loss!
I hope you tell us that story some day.
Everyone has a "local" story to tell.
Luv ya Anne (whatever that really means).
( and please discuss what one of your "Presidents" really meant when he instructed students to take the vocal "u" out of 'colour', 'honour', and 'humour'. )
if it's going to make me cry I will skip that story..ha
And yes, Anne, we can jest about what it means if i deliberately write The Untied States of America ---
or something else ... one of the joys, and humour, double entenre of this poly glot - almost worldwide commercial = language.
And yep. No other humans have kept company for as long as my Kelpie/Staffie crossbreed. Sometime there's a nasty one .. but mine seems to be one of the nicer ones in the neighbor hoods.
I'd love to know how the dog saved you. I worship dogs. There's a reason dog is god spelled backwards.
Love,
Janie
Great photo!
Lucky you had a dog! My dad only liked cats so I never got a dog until much later. Now I can't imagine life without one, along with a cat or two. Looking forward to the story :)
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