A particularly cold night was a 3-dog night.

The band adopted this phrase as their name.

we fought over who would get the dog when we crowded into the air raid shelter!! We usually settled for sharing him, in the middle with all our feet on him.

A friend of my father's owned a movie theatre (the pictures we called it) The dog kept showing up and did not want to leave. The friend finally decided his family must have been "bombed out" (killed) and the dog survived. Since there were seven kids in our family, he asked my dad to adopt the dog. My mother agreed, so Rover came to live with us. Great dog. Nobody was allowed to walk past our house on the sidewalk. They HAD to step into the street until they reached the next house. He never bit anyone, just made it known that he would if necessary.

safer in the shelter when Rover was with us. As though he could protect us from bombs!! We always made sure he was there with us. Good dog, well behaved. When we ran down the yard to the shelter, he was right there with us. He wanted to be safe, too, after losing one family. My parents never regretted adopting him.

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Beautiful dogs!

(She was very fortunate that she had 3 of them with her after she fell)