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Few memories remain from when I was Five. One that does, is still alive. Her name was Penny, a copper colored, old Cocker Spaniel Dog. Mostly blind, moved only slowly deep into her last few years. We lived across the street about a block from my Grade School. How she did it I will never know, but every day when the dismissal bell rang at 3:00, just outside my class room door, There all alone, Penny would be, Her old Sweet face waiting for me. Like clock work as if she knew the exact time of day, she crossed the busy avenue   walked up the street and went straight to my class room. After greeting me with a lick or two, she dutifully walked me home from school. If a person thinks that a dog has no real love to give, I would politely, advisedly say "Sadly, in this one fact, you are greatly mistaken."
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
When I was Five
Few memories remain from when I was Five. One that does, is still alive. Her name was Penny, a copper colored, old Cocker Spaniel Dog. Mostly blind, moved only slowly deep into her last few years. We lived across the street about a block from my Grade School. How she did it I will never know, but every day when the dismissal bell rang at 3:00, just outside my class room door, There all alone, Penny would be, Her old Sweet face waiting for me. Like clock work as if she knew the exact time of day, she crossed the busy avenue   walked up the street and went straight to my class room. After greeting me with a lick or two, she dutifully walked me home from school. If a person thinks that a dog has no real love to give, I would politely, advisedly say "Sadly, in this one fact, you are greatly mistaken."
For two years that old canine friend made that journey, maybe she missed a day or two. No one taught her this "trick" she figured it out on her own. We moved to another town when I was seven and shortly there after dear old Penny died. When the dismissal bell chimed, It took me a while to adjust to the disappointment that she was not outside still waiting for me. But, I shall never forget her.
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
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