I found him wandering around in front of a store
on Harbor Blvd in Costa Mesa in the late 1980's.
He was looking lost and several times nearly
walked out in front of on-rushing traffic.
He looked like he had already had a rough life.
His lower jaw look like it had been broken resulting in a twisted underbite
which resulted in his perpetual toothy grin. His overcoat had the texture of
steel wool but he had a heart of gold.
One family came in response to the newspaper add
thinking it was their lost dog. The little girl saw him and screamed "eewwwwe,
grossss! That's not my dog." and ran away. No-one else even called.
He made himself right at home with Pilgrim and
Blanca. He was one of the gang and later welcomed Stoli, Pepper, and then Icy
into the fold. For years I'm sure he believed he was a pretty white dog too.
His last 5 years were spent in a dog's heaven on
earth at mom's and dad's in Corona. He found out he was a terrier. He loved his
walks, always taking the point in a proud trot.
Mush, we all miss
you dearly.
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