Sunday, June 19, 2011
We got Nita from a breeder in Stamford, Connecticut. I remember a long drive from eastern Massachusetts to southwestern Connecticut to pick her up. It was a hot summer day before interstate highways and air-conditioning. I was in the back seat listening to a scratchy broadcast of a baseball game. The pitcher had a no-hitter going into the ninth inning when we arrived. I was ordered to turn off the radio and get out of the car, to see our new puppy. I threw a tantrum, but it didn't work.
My father loved that dog! Nita and I got off to a rocky start, but ultimately I admitted that she was a pretty good dog, if you don't mind a liberal coating of drool over everything.
Below is a photo of a young father and his five-month old twins. It was my choice for a Father's Day picture until I ran across the picture of my father and Nita.