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It’s hard to know if I actually remember some of the stories my parents would tell about my naughty or my endearing childhood antics,   or if I’ve simply heard them so often I think I remember them.  But how I got my puppy is something  I remember as if it happened yesterday.

When I was growing up we lived over the store – actually over my father’s office.   Nowadays my dad would be called an internist or a primary care physician,  but in those days he was just a GP.  In fact he was the kind of GP who could take out your appendix or deliver your baby,  and he actually made house calls carrying his iconic black medical bag.   Hearing he was a doctor,  someone once asked my father what his speciality was.  “The skin and his contents.”,  he replied.

My dad’s office was on the first floor of our house,  and the front parlor served as a waiting room you entered directly from the street.  My father’s dentist friend Ben shared the office space and their patients shared the waiting room.

One day both Ben and my dad had busy schedules and the waiting room was full.  Later they both remembered the little dog curled up on the rug,  but each assumed it belonged to one of the other man’s patients.

In fact we never learned how that collarless puppy got into the waiting room –  if she was a stray who wandered in from the street when the door was open,  or if someone thought a doctor’s waiting room was a good place to abandon an unwanted pet.

In any case,  when office hours were over and all the patients were gone,  the little dog was still there and so my father carried her upstairs.

“Would you like to keep this little ball of fluff?”,  he asked me,  gently placing a warm white and brown puppy in my arms.

But Fluffy was licking my face and I couldn’t speak,  so my mother settled the matter.

“The answer is yes.”,  she said.

Dana Susan Lehrman

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Tags: Pets, Dogs
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Comments

  1. Betsy Pfau says:

    Lovely, Dana. The best way to get a loving pet! She sounds like she loved you from the moment you two met.

  2. Laurie Levy says:

    What a beautiful memory, Dana. It makes me nostalgic for simpler times.

  3. Marian says:

    How sweet, Dana, and simple. I love your description of living above your father’s office. My pediatrician had the same arrangement, his office being on the first floor of a large house in East Orange, New Jersey. I always thought the yellow and green wallpaper in the waiting room was garish, even as a small kid.

  4. Suzy says:

    Fun story, Dana, and what a mystery about how the dog got there! My father was also a GP with his office attached to our house (not the whole first floor, just part of it), but nothing so interesting ever happened to us.

    • Yes Suzy, it was a mystery. It was Easter time and my parents thought the puppy may have been given to someone as an Easter gift and then was unwanted, but we’ll never know.

      Sadly Fluffy was hit by a car a few years later right in front of our house as she was running towards me, that’s another childhood memory but an awful one.

  5. Khati Hendry says:

    The picture is fantastic–is that you and Fluffy? A kid and a puppy, made for each other. You had wise parents.

  6. Dee, your sweet, touching story makes me sorely miss the days when we had GPs. I’m not sure they still exist in CA, at least not where I live…every doctor is a specialist. I would bet your dad might have also made house calls…remember those?

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