Mom putting leftovers on my plate before giving them to the dog. Apparently, the dog would refuse the same food if it didn't.
That little chihuahua was found starving in the mountains by my dad. She died standing between a husky and my brother. The owner fled with the dog before my dad could get his 30-06.
Another early memory for me has to do with a Chihuahua puppy my folks brought home shortly after I turned three. She was a tiny thing, and she was in a cardboard box. That dog lived till I was 21. She was finally put to sleep because she had finally lost all use of her hind legs at the age 18 years old.
I remember when she was very young she wandered over to our neighbor's yard, and our neighbor's four mutts (approximately 35 pounds each) chased her back to our yard, but our female German Shepherd intercepted them, and took all four of them on at once. It was a real knock down, drag out, till we could get them all separated. I was about six when that happened.
