Life Is Better With A Pet
Aunt Mary had one. She was a small, black poodle named Mori. Not sure how she spelled the dog’s name but I recall her talking to him as if he were human and the dog likewise responding. Aunt Mary never married and lived with her widowed mother until her passing. Their McColloch Street home was a combination of old-time decor with crocheted lace doilies lining the open kitchen shelves and handmade afghans on the living room furniture. There was always a bowl of candy nearby and something good cooking on the stove. And there was Mori. Mary’s pet dog was the one thing that ...