I thought it would be fun to share some of our favorite pet stories.
Here's one of mine, although I was too little to remember it.
My family came back from Germany when I was 6 months old. When we stayed at my paternal grandparents' house, they had a dog, a mutt, named Rascal. My grandmother didn't want me to wake up early from my naps, so she told Rascal to guard me whenever I was in the crib napping. One day, my grandfather came in to check on me. Or, he tried to come into the room. In spite of the fact that Rascal and my grandfather had been "family" for years, Rascal met granddad at the door, hackles raised, teeth bared, and growling. Grandma gave him a job and he did it! My grandfather decided I was doing OK and left.
My Grandma had a way with animals. They all loved her and listened to her, over anyone else. Even the pet rats! But that's another story.
