John's Favorite Sheba Stories

Sheba was just a 6 week old puppy when she first came home with us. She could easily fit between the balusters on the stair case to the second floor. She would go upstairs by jumping on to a couch against the wall the stairs and squeeze between the balusters to a landing on the stairway. One afternoon I heard our puppy crying so I went to see what was up. Sheba had pushed her head through the rail but her shoulders would not fit and when she tried to pull her head back out her ears got in the way. I lifted her up to one of the turnings to pull her out. It took her several days before she realized she could go upstairs from the bottom. During those days Sheba sat on the couch and cried until one of us lifted her on to the landing.

One afternoon when Sheba was a couple of years old I was taking her for a walk in the park along the river. The park in Harrisburg was only a block from our home in those days. We went there so Sheba could run along the river bank. It was one of her favorite places to go and she was always excited when we went there. To get to the park we had to cross front street in Harrisburg. I used to loop Sheba's leash around my wrist to keep a firm hold until we got into the park. On this trip to the park as I stepped off the curb to cross front street, Sheba pulled hard on her leash resulting in me falling on my face in the street. She then dragged me across the street. She was determined to get to the park and a 200 lb weight hanging from her neck was not going to stop her. Each time I tried to stand up she pulled the leash and knocked me down again. Sheba dragged me half way across Front Street before I was able to stand up.

I came home from work one afternoon before Susan and walked into a living room that looked as though it had snowed. Sheba, who normally met me at the door was no where to be found. She had chewed the corners off of two throw pillows and shaken the cotton stuffing all around the room.

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