Blackie was my dog

When I was 8 years old I had a dog named Blackie because he was black all over. That's why. Ha!Ha! He didn't really have a pedigree, just plain and simple mongrel, a street dog, if you like. But I came to love him so much because he was such a playful and loving dog. We were together for two years.

At that time, we were living in a neighborhood infested with drunks. Every time Blackie and I went for an errand these beer junkies would tease me by saying they like my dog very much. I didn't realize that they had other plans for him. And then one day, Blackie suddenly disappeared. We looked all over but could not find him.

My mother realizing what happened told me that perhaps Blackie was feasted on by the junkies. These sons of their mothers casually did this sort of thing with the animals around the community. It was a devastating. I was horrified and couldn't stop crying for a week. Coming from that experience, I don't remember ever owning a dog again.

And why am I freely going back to this quite upsetting little snippet in my young life?

Because, I am segueing to say, I have officially adopted two virtual pets. Happy and Hippy. Happy is my new virtual puppy and Hippy is my virtual pet duck.

Meet them where they are playing right now down at the bottom of this page.

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