Reply #2: Not in the Guiness Book but,, [View All]

I was born on 090556. Received a puppy from my Godfather for Xmas that same year. My folks named the puppy Sandy. A mutt, that was brown and had a white stripe down the center of his forehead.
He was an outside dog, ALL the time. I can recall going out in freezing weather to pour hot water on his iced over water bowl, and throw extra old blankets into his dog house along with the straw that was already there.
When he got older and we had built a garage, my dad, much to mom's dismay, cut a dog sized square hole into a corder of the garage. He pulled the dog house into the garage, stapled insulation below it, and placed it on top of an old door. Then put straw and blankets inside once more.
Sandy began to act a little strange during the summer of 1977, raising his hackles and growling for no reason, growling at me until I got close enough to him that he could smell me, then the tail would start wagging.
Sometime in late September, I went out to feed him, and his rope had been chewed in half - he was gone - never came back. All I have are memories and 1 photo.