Memories of Duder

This is a mini memoir about my childhood. I hope you can get a good laugh out of it.

        When I was a child, my grandmother had a strange buck-toothed weiner dog, with a curly tail, named Duder.

My mother had left him behind, when she moved. He was a brown dog, with black spots. My grandmother said that he

wasn't right in the head. He had gotten hit by a car, when he tried to run away. When my grandmother would chain

him up outside, he would bark at absolutely nothing. No one would be around; not even an animal.

        Sometimes Duder would steal pecans out of my grandmother's bowl, that she kept on the hutch. I used to get

blamed for it!

        Duder was my best friend growing up. I used to play silly games with him. I had a wooden pole with a stuffed

horse head attached to it. I used to tie a string to the end of the pole, put a bent paper clip on it, and attach a dog

treat to the end of it. When Duder was behind the couch, I used to cast the string like a fishing line. I called this dog

fishing.

        Sometimes I would draw a picture of a female dog in a bikini, and tape a dog treat to it.

        Yes, I was quite a strange child.

        When Duder ran away the second time, I was heartbroken. I begged my second grade teacher to search her closet,

to see if Duder was hiding in there. I didn't believe her when she told me that she kept her Christmas decorations in there. She had to go though every item in the closet just to convince me. I was quite a crazy kid!