Idaho
Someone left a stray Cocker Spaniel, with an underbite. We fed him. He stayed. We named him Muffy.
Guy fixed a place for him to sleep under the front step and he became our watchdog. The mailman was afraid of him.
Muffy wasn’t allowed inside often but one time he came in when we were having macaroni and cheese. Muffy drooled! He loved it, so anytime I fixed it, Muffy got a share.
Iowa
We sure didn’t want to abandon him when Guy got orders for Vietnam, so we brought him back to Iowa.
I stayed with the folks on the farm the year Guy was gone, and so did Muffy. With all that curly hair, Cocker Spaniels aren’t very good farm dogs. As kids we’d had a couple of Cockers. Burs would get tangled in their fur and one had flies lay eggs in its ears! The local vet had to clean up that one.
Muffy liked pancakes but he’d bury them, just in case. He’d find a spot in the farm yard with soft soil, scratch a little, tuck in the pancake and use his nose to try to cover it a little. He’s return to the house with a skiff of soil on his nose. I wonder if he ever got hungry enough to dig up an old pancake.
When we moved to Colorado in 1971, our apartment didn’t allow pets, so Muffy stayed on the farm.
