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Sherman McCoy's avatar

My parents came to own a pair of golden retrievers before I was born.

I grew up in a bizarrely situated house that sits high up on a steep hill along “the four lane” (there is only one in the county in which I grew up) that links my patch of North Georgia to Atlanta; Zell Miller combined a few disparate pieces together, quite literally building a highway that went to his mother’s front door, thereby opening Deliverance country to tourists from Atlanta.

The dogs were resolutely “outside” dogs who never entered the house (it was a different time), and I was always scared of them as a small child, likely because we rarely interacted. Anticipating that one or both of them would be turned into road kill at some point, my parents gave them away to another family.

Although it was lost on me as a child, my father’s detached boat garage behind the house was referred to as the “Dog House” for multiple reasons.

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Tom Klockau's avatar

I've always been more of a cat person than a dog person. My parents always had them, and still have them.

Thanks for sharing.

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