Puppy love

(1955 December 3)

Thursday night MM and I wrote out an ad for Pixie [our incontinent puppy] and when Herb brot us home, I gave it to him to mail to WRCO, the Trading Post. I meant to listen at 1 p.m. but M was having a girl over to make angels to decorate those Xmas tress for dance, and so we were so full of arrangements that we forgot, but at 1:10 the phone started ringing and six people called and 3 at the door. Wow! And Daddy taking his rest. At that he said it was better than the hospital [he just got back from]. More restful. M had taken him [Pixie] for her rest for the last time. When the first applicant arrived, I could hardly give him up. A not too bright farmer from up Horse Creek. I thot Pixie was too small and cute and so many nice people called. So I called M and told her to take a peek at him on the porch and she said he looked nice to her, so I put the puppy in his arms and immediately I knew it was all right. His face lit up and he fondled Pix and said, "Don't you worry. I'll take good care of him. I want him for my little boy." Pixie was licking his face and he was loving it. M said she saw the little boy in the car so happy. When he left I was ready to burst into tears for being so cruel both to Pix and to her. But she was radiant! "Wasn't that wonderful, Mother! Everything worked out just fine. Now Pixie can chase the cows and fool around the farm and will be so happy and so will the little boy." Isn't she astounding?