Pinto and his brother Malachi were puppies we got from our friends the Beards, I think back in 1995 or so. Malachi died rather young being hit by a car, but we had Pinto for a long time. Pinto was supposed be named Mordechai (see the Biblical references there?) but due to my brother’s speech impediment and the fact that he was his dog, we went for something more obvious, either a pinto pony or pinto bean. Personally I think he had more in common with the bean. My mom took him with her when she moved out to Colorado in 2006 and he died about a year later.
My mom’s next dog she named Mr. Snerdly, however I refused to call him that. He was The Snerd. I wouldn’t say I don’t have any bad memories of him, but he’s the least annoying dog I’ve ever known. My mom had to put him to sleep just last year, and it was hard on her.
Scarlett was one of my mom’s best friend’s dogs. They keep getting more dogs and Scarlett was old and cranky about it, so my mom took her. She was a real escape artist, couldn’t be kept behind a fence no matter how tall it was. They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks but I got her to sit and shake my hand pretty easily: she couldn’t eat until she gave me her paw. I was up there for a few weeks but didn’t ever take any pictures of her there; I thought about it right before I traveled to SW Colorado for a film festival, and decided to do it when I got back, by which time the dog was dead. I took this pic at my mom’s friend’s house, the only one I have.
When I lived in Colorado Springs back in 2017 Jake was my roommate’s dog. Very old, and never that much trouble…if you could see him. It turns out he had a very bad vice: he loved to eat books. And not ratty old paperbacks, he’d go after the fine expensive hardcovers. He got into my room several times to raid my bookshelves through no fault of mine, though thankfully my roommate replaced everything Jake destroyed. Which included a photo book, one or two nice coffee table books, and a blu-ray set from the Criterion Collection.
Lucy is a dog belonging to friends of mine, I’ve known her for several years now, because I’ve housesat for my friends for a few years now. She would bark at something late at night or early in the morning, waking me up so that I’d have to go yell at her. Point of interest: it takes me quite a long time to get back to sleep once I’ve woken up. I seemed to have broken her of that, but she plays up to her fanbase by barking when her owners are home and of course they don’t seem to care as much as they should. I rented their downstairs for over a year but that ended when they moved to Nebraska; I can’t say I’ll miss all the barking.