each day, but with "boy" i could speak more words to him than to anyone.
after my mother's death, he went with us when we moved to grandma's home. we had great fun playing together outside, our favorite being hockey. roller skating fast, i would hit a battered tin can with a large stick, and "boy" would race after it and bring it back to me. this gave both of us much exercise. another fun time was hitting a tennis ball against the side of a brick house, and if i could not hit the ball back with my racket, my dog would race after it, soon bringing it back to 