I think I may have posted this story before, but here we go again.
I grew up on the Russian River in Healdsburg, lived in the trailer park behind the Veterans Mememorial Beach.
I reckon I was "Trailer Trash"! But , HEY! I didn't know any better!
My brother and I were walking along the road, dragging a wagon, I think it was a 'Flexible Flyer', or one of those now coveted contraptions, we had liberated it from someones front yard. They weren't using it so...
As we were walking down the road, a man stopped his car beside us.
We didn't even think that he could be a perv. That didn't happen in the 50's.
He came around to my brother and I, and asked if we wanted a Dog! He opened the trunk of his car, and there sat the most beautiful dog my brother and I had ever seen!
As soon as it saw us he started giving us kisses and wiggled like you couldn't believe!
We loaded him into the confiscated wagon and headed home.
When we pulled up to our trailer, Mom wanted to know where we got the wagon. When she saw the dog, she said Oh My God, your Daddy's gonna beat you!
It took all of 15 minutes for Mom to love the dog!
When Dad got home from work, he didn't have a chance!
I know the name is a bit lame, but we decided on "Sparky"!
Our parakeet would drive him crazy, calling his name and whistling for him.
Sparky would charge out from under the trailer and give that bird the most hateful look you could ever imagine..
One day, Sparky and I were walking down the beach to go fishing.
Now it was early in the morning, about 9:30 and there are not a lot of sunbathers out there, there not being a lot of sun!
There sat this woman, she was, to be politically correct, HUGE!
Sparky, being curious, sniffed around, hiked his leg, and peeded on her back!
The look on his face when this 'big rock' started screaming was hilarious.
I took off running to the lower river, with Sparky in hot pursuit.
We managed to outrun the "fat lady", but I can still hear her sing!
John
