|Me, Marnie, Steve and Chris - on the beach|
Mom would let him out for a run early in the morning and again late at night. I remember Bo being picked up by the dog catcher several times. The first time the fine was $7 and after that it doubled each time. Pretty soon the dog catcher would pick up Bo and just deliver him to the front door because he knew, "He was a good dog and very loved." Mom would give him a cup of coffee for his troubles.
|Bo, Allen, Kenny, Steve and Mike|
|Kenny, me, Allen, Bo, Kathleen, Bridget, Steve and Mike|
Mom could stand at the front door, look up and down the street and know where we were just by whose front porch Bo was laying on. (Mom had an old school bell that she rang and when we heard it we were to "get home fast". Neighbors would laugh and although they understood that we had to "get home" they would often have to ask us to stay just long enough to pick up the toys.)
|An unusual snowy day - Mike, Steve, Bridget, me and Kathleen O'Boyle|
For Bo, there was a hierarchy within the family. I was #1, then the boys, finally my mom and dad. My Dad would sometimes shake me by the shoulders encouraging me to make noise just to get Bo going. He would whine and jump begging him to leave me alone.
The last spanking I ever had was one to remember. I was way to old to be getting a spanking but my mouth had gotten me into some big trouble. Mom was trying to deal out the punishment and I was not going to have any of it. One thing led to another and I was on the floor, Mom on her hands and knees trying to flip me over for a swat or two. Out of the blue Bo came up from behind and bit her on the bum! We laughed so hard that the spanking was forgotten! What a good old dog......