ME AND MY PETS PART 3

 My pet disasters just keep on coming.

My dad brought home a puppy he got from a friend at work when I was about 8 or 10.  I remember very little about it.  I think it was brown and short haired.  

Anyway, I have one solid memory.  One day, we heard a ruckus, of sorts, in the house and ran to my parents bedroom.  There on their bed was the little dog writhing and foaming at the mouth. The official diagnosis was 'distemper'.   I was protected from knowing what happened to the dog or how he was disposed of but that was it.  He was gone.  

Don't worry, my experience with pets gets worse.  Check in next Monday.

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