I’m a Trucker. We had delivered a load to SE Ohio in Sept of ’85 and parked in a mall to call dispatch. After hanging up, I saw a pet store, so we went in to look around and saw a glass display cage in the middle of the aisle with 4 puppies inside. One looked like a tiny tan ball of fur with a black shawl tied over his shoulders. As he and I got acquainted, the manager came over and asked if we would like to check him out. Of course we did. As I felt for size and bone structure, he sat quietly as if he knew it was very important to do so.
I told the clerk I wanted this one, she told me that he was on sale because they had had him for too long and would cut his price by 2/3. He was on the truck when we left. I named him “Creamy Black Knight” and after watching him scamper around, flitting here and there in the truck, we called him “Skeeter” He was on the truck with Norm and I until I retired in ’93 when Norm died. Skeeter & I moved to Indiana in 94.
The house we lived in had peony beds surrounding three sides. Skeeter’s favorite place to nap in the summer was at the NE inside corner of the house under the peony bushes where it was cool.
He died at 14 years old and that is where he now rests, sleeping under his beloved peonies.
I'll always love you Skeeter and I know you and
Daddy will be waiting when I get there.
| Skeeter |
| Betty J. Eigenheer Wolfe |