finserra 🙌This is Bronco, an English Cream Golden Retriever, who I met with his companion at a bus stop in Rockville, MD, USA. #Dog #Dogs #Mondog #Mondogs, #dogsofmastodon
So, my first dog, Sheba, was a little bit crazed and was killed in an automobile mishap shortly before her first birthday. At the age of seven or so, I was pretty broken up about it, and so my parents ran right out and got my long-term friend and familiar, Charlie (depicted, 1969). Charlie was with us through most of my grad school. He was a friendly little guy (Charlie, "the smiling dog"), who was mostly concerned with belly rubs and dinner. He would parade around the kitchen clutching a bowl starting around 5:30 PM. Used to come home immediately from wherever in the neighborhood when my Mom rang a hand-rung dinner bell (me too). He took a week every year to visit his girlfriend a mile away. We were concerned at first, but then we knew where he would be and just left him alone. He would always return after a few days. Charlie, the quintessential "good boy."
