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A dog we called Susie, when I was 5? 6? 7? I recall her having a litter - or two - of puppies. We had to give her away because our family doctor identified my chronic problems as allergic reactions to dog and cat fur/dander. There might have been an earlier dog, come to think of it.
Later, in Florida, we adopted Babe (I think the allergies weren’t such a problem then), and she’s the one I’d identify as being the first real pet for me. She was with us through my junior high and high school years, and with my folks through their move back north to Cincinnati while I was at college. She eventually had to be put down due to severe health problems. Fortunately, my folks didn’t need to hold the truth back from me at that age. My best memories of her are my visits from school when she would go absolutely crazy upon seeing me.
It was a couple of years after school, in L.A., that I decided I was a cat person, and thus begins a whole new story.