Billy in Brief — The Tale of a Unique Rescue Dog
As a half-Alsatian / half-Corgi mongrel, Billy had a distinctive look indeed. He was my first pet, and this is his story…
Recently, I posted an article about Daisy — my three-legged wonder pup. I intend to post regular diaries about her life and travels. Before I dig into Daisy diaries, I’d like to spend a little time dwelling on the past. Daisy is far from my first pet, and my old dog — Billy — deserves just as much reverence. This piece is for him.
Eventually, I’ll write about Mork/Mindy; a pink-eyed, white mouse. It was named both Mork and Mindy because the pet store owner couldn’t determine a gender. I wouldn’t dare discuss pets without mention of Douglas Crombles either, my faithful butterscotch guinea pig; now sadly departed. Both will get their own articles, and I’ll probably even detail my short time with Charly — a runaway rescue cat, with a Prodigy song for a namesake, who sadly fled the household.
But this article is for Billy Buntin — a unique soul, and my brother.
