She was our family dog. Her breed was Collie. A beautiful dog. She was mother of several puppies. When I was about age three or four, I was given the sad decision of picking only one of her babies that we would keep. What a decision for one so young to have to make and the puppy had to be a male. I loved them all. None of the male puppies looked like Queenie. The father was what they called "A Pot Licker" in those days, meaning a dog of many breeds. The reason I wanted one that looked like its mother was I was told that Queenie was going to a new home. How sad. One little fellow sure got my attention as he would follow me wanting to play and be a friend. It would be him I thought, but I wanted to keep them all, even their mother. Again I was told only one.
Well, the little fellow that took to me, would be the one. He was mainly white with a little black and orange-brown on his head. I called him Whitey. Homes were found for all his brothers and sisters and his mother went to another farm where she died a few years later and was buried on their farm.
Whitey ALT (1941 - 1949)*
Specifically: Buried on the family farm of the new owners.
Created by: Louise Taraba
Record added: Mar 28, 2014
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