Our Crazy Dog

We decided after a while in a small mobile that we liked it and we would buy our own. Bobbie Hickman gave us a lot of good advice about buying one.

We shopped around a bit and found one that we really liked and it was on sale. We bought it and moved it into the same Park we were in while renting and stayed till the Boat was finished overhaul in the yard.

Bobbie also gave us a pup while we were in Charleston; she had rescued him one night during a fire in their Park. He was running loose and she was afraid he would be killed in all the traffic.

She had scooped him up and put him in their Spartan till it was all over, she already had a dog, an old Wire Haired Terrier named Pud, she could not find the pup’s owner after the fire and didn't want to keep him she had already named him Goofus when she gave him to us.

A Canaanite Pup

We never knew what breed of dog he was or if he was just a mutt, but I found some photos online and this one looks like he did when she gave him to us.

What a dog he turned out to be, he had personality plus and we just called him Goofy. He was a natural comedian if he did something and you laughed he would really outdo himself then.

He was white with brown ears and was a medium/large sized dog when he was full grown. We had him for awhile and then gave him to my dad when we moved into a Park that didn't allow pets.

He loved to go fishing with us and he would watch the cork a lot better than either of us. When the cork went under he jumped in and if you weren't really good at reeling it in he would get all tangled in the line and nine times out of ten you lost your fish.

He also loved Pizza, back in those days I made homemade and had a gas stove with a glass oven door. He knew when I was making it and he would sit and watch the oven door like someone watching T V. As soon as it cleared the oven he would start yelping for a piece.

We had to let it cool first or he would try to eat it while it was piping hot and burn his mouth. He was like a spoiled child. If we left him home alone he would tear the house apart while we were gone.

He would tear up all the magazines and string the toilet tissue off the roll all over the house; he would tear all the sheets and covers off the bed and pile them up in a pile.  In general everything was a real mess with his tantrums at being left home alone.

He looked like the photo below when he was older, all white, but with brown ears.

Older Canaanite Dog

He was a great watch dog, and he would not let anyone in the car with me if Chuck wasn't in the car. Many times in the mornings several of the guys would grab a ride with us from the barracks to the Boat, but it was a big no/no till Chuck was back in the car. You will hear more about our crazy dog in other stories.