My brother loved Snoopy the cartoon. For a very brief time our family had an actual dog though. Twiggy was our big, slobbering St. Bernard puppy before my brother was born. I treated her like she was a pony because I can recall many times being told to stop trying to ride on her back. I can also remember feeding her wet leaves from the backyard...until she came inside and puked them all over the kitchen floor. Twiggy had an inclination for running away too and I know many times my dad had to go searching for her. Eventually it was agreed that since Dad's work schedule didn't allow him to be home much to train the dog and since Mom had a 3 year old and a baby and no interest in training a dog, Twiggy would have another home. I was crushed and remember informing the new family they better take good care of MY dog!I think the best memory of Twiggy was sitting on our back porch during thunderstorms. Behind the house was an expanse of farmer's fields. Dad, the dog and I would sit on the porch and watch the lightning dance over the corn and alfalfa. Any other time a storm kicked up I was afraid, but on the porch with Dad and Twiggy I was safe and all was right with the world.
