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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 182
over the house and finally found a piece of paper, just like when she was a puppy. I
would‟ve loved to see that fat dog scrunch down and back her butt under that end table,
„cause that‟s what she did. Her pile was right there, two feet back on the napkin, just the
way she‟d been taught.
When I grabbed her and hugged her, a very happy Scampy licked my face in
appreciation. And here she thought she‟d be getting her ass chewed. A few years later,
circa my age fifteen, Scampy developed uremic poisoning from bad kidneys and had to
be put to sleep. It was sad, and I cried a lot that day, but I got over it after a while.
Being a teenager is a stressful and busy time. I remember it only too well.
Still, I wanted a dog. It was important to me. I bet I asked Mom about it a
hundred times or more, but she always said no. She didn‟t want to suffer the pain of
losing another dog. If I wanted one, I could wait until I had my own house and get one.
My old man just said, “You heard your mother.” He said that a lot, the prick.
That was another thing that always pissed me off. “Wait until you get your own
place and you can
stay up as late as you want.”
have anyone over you want.”
talk any way you want.”
eat whatever you want.”
go to bed when you feel like it.”
get up as late as you want to.”
drink beer around the house.”
go away for the weekend without asking.”
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