Bone

submitted by Charles K.

I got Bone ten years ago while I was living on the Fort Apache Reservation in Arizona (I am a retired anthropologist from the University of Virginal -- eighty-one now).  The Apaches had given me the use of a lot where I kept my camper and they fixed me up with a small 'office' so I could work on the ethnographic materials I have collected since 1953 when I did my doctoral research in anthropology as a grad student at the University of Chicago.

Anyway, in 1998 a little mange-ridden black pup showed up in my yard.  I took her to a vet and he gave her shots, etc. but said she probably wouldn't live.  Well, she did. The vet said she was about six weeks old, and she was fixed at six months.  She has been getting heart worm medicine all along.  

After two years I brought her back with me to Charlottesville (six years living on the reservation had been great, but my age said I should return to the home stand).  My wife was not too happy about having such a 'big' dog in the house.  Bone was about 50 pounds by then.  But now she has become my wife's dog.  She feeds her and talks with her all day.  Bone reminds us of our six year old granddaughter.

Bone is her name because when the mange cleared up she had a white mark (on her chest) on her otherwise black body that looks like a bone.  She has had quite an eventful ten years, including several trips in my truck back and forth between Arizona and Virginal – 2,000 miles each way.  She loves to ride in cars.

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