MY Irish setter came into my life 2/12/1972. She was born to Branwen Bridget of Erek and Heritage Hii Shawn in Bellflower. The mother was owned by my Unit clerk at SE1 where I was working. Chris Armstrong and I had moved to Belmont Shore and I went to see the puppies. Molly came over to me and curled in my lap and I had to have her. The landlord didn't like it so she went to live with Chic for a while and then up to Rio Nido with Carl. In the mean time I had quit LA County and found a home in Hollister and a job as Supervisor at the Welfare Department so we finally were together in September 1972. She never liked my Datsun sports car -got car sick very easily - so for her first birthday and because the sports car had died -I bought a two tone brown Datsun station wagon. She loved it! Uncle Rod had taught her to run with his car so she ran with the wagon through the hills of San Benito with my friend Bob's dog Jomo. He didn't bark which confused Molly a lot. They spent the day together behind Bob's bar where they dug holes finding old shoes and things. In 1974 we moved to Arcadia and lived a very small house. We went to the Arroyo Seco for walks with Chris. In 1975 we moved to Long Beach and in 1976 got our first home. Molly had her own room and a large back yard and a dog door! BY then Chris had Henry, a German Shepard, and we would go visit them and swim in their pool. In 1979 we moved to Tustin and the condo. She had a louvered window she could lay in front of and watch people and squirrels and birds. She had a dog door into the patio and we went for walks every day to Walnut Park where she could run through the weeds looking for rabbits. We always had a "toe check" looking for fox-tails and she knew it would feel better if I could get them out. I cooked meat for her and made her dog food. She was a stubborn Sagittarius when she wanted to eat the whole bag of her treats or dig holes, patient, waiting for her walks and understood when I was sick and remembered things not to do again, very sociable liking everyone she met except the Avon lady and Ronnie Keith, and barked only at the mail man.
She was my "Pinkie". my "bogmeyer", my darling baby.
She was my "Pinkie". my "bogmeyer", my darling baby.
MY Irish setter came into my life 2/12/1972. She was born to Branwen Bridget of Erek and Heritage Hii Shawn in Bellflower. The mother was owned by my Unit clerk at SE1 where I was working. Chris Armstrong and I had moved to Belmont Shore and I went to see the puppies. Molly came over to me and curled in my lap and I had to have her. The landlord didn't like it so she went to live with Chic for a while and then up to Rio Nido with Carl. In the mean time I had quit LA County and found a home in Hollister and a job as Supervisor at the Welfare Department so we finally were together in September 1972. She never liked my Datsun sports car -got car sick very easily - so for her first birthday and because the sports car had died -I bought a two tone brown Datsun station wagon. She loved it! Uncle Rod had taught her to run with his car so she ran with the wagon through the hills of San Benito with my friend Bob's dog Jomo. He didn't bark which confused Molly a lot. They spent the day together behind Bob's bar where they dug holes finding old shoes and things. In 1974 we moved to Arcadia and lived a very small house. We went to the Arroyo Seco for walks with Chris. In 1975 we moved to Long Beach and in 1976 got our first home. Molly had her own room and a large back yard and a dog door! BY then Chris had Henry, a German Shepard, and we would go visit them and swim in their pool. In 1979 we moved to Tustin and the condo. She had a louvered window she could lay in front of and watch people and squirrels and birds. She had a dog door into the patio and we went for walks every day to Walnut Park where she could run through the weeds looking for rabbits. We always had a "toe check" looking for fox-tails and she knew it would feel better if I could get them out. I cooked meat for her and made her dog food. She was a stubborn Sagittarius when she wanted to eat the whole bag of her treats or dig holes, patient, waiting for her walks and understood when I was sick and remembered things not to do again, very sociable liking everyone she met except the Avon lady and Ronnie Keith, and barked only at the mail man.
She was my "Pinkie". my "bogmeyer", my darling baby.
She was my "Pinkie". my "bogmeyer", my darling baby.
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