Growing up in State Center, Iowa our family had a little white rat terrier named, Snoop. Not Snoopie...just Snoop. Snoop was the type of dog that "got around." In the days of "tie up the dog", Snoop was a Houdini. He ran sideways behind our bikes and visited the grocery stores. Occasionally he would walk into church or school when the doors were open to get a breeze in there before the days of air conditioning. He loved my dad and my dad loved Snoop.
I started thinking about him because I put on a pair of black jeans this morning and I didn't have to worry about Snoop hair. Snoop shed little white hairs about 1/2-3/4 inch long....on everything. I don't have Snoop hairs to worry about. Many years for Christmas my mom would give me a lint roller as a gift...lint? No "Snoop hair" roller.
I bet if I went back to the our house in State Center, I could find still Snoop hair. Snoop has been dead 50 years. His legacy continues through my memories.
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