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Page 12 wonderland of adventure. I don’t remember how or when we got Curly. He was a black and white curly haired Water Spaniel pup when we met. My brain doesn’t have a record on file of Curly as a pup except one; one summer day we were all down by the pond and Pa picked Curly up and tossed him into the water. Old Hinie (he was the old dog) jumped in to get Curly. But Curly needed no help and they swam to shore side by side. Curly
was my dog. He wasn’t allowed in
the house but when I was out of doors Curly was most always with me. |