|Letty with her cat, Ginger, 1930s|
|Irish Water Spaniel, I think this is likely the breed of dog Letty describes.|
Sometimes he had a fight, or he went on digging binges. He got some bark into the front foot one time, from digging I suppose, and he laid on the floor for days - lick-lick-lick. It finally came out and was over one inch long.
Dad and Mr. Gaffney, who also had a dog like Bandy, would go duck hunting in the fall, two dogs, two guns, and two men and a car. Mom hated these trips to Lake Newell, because it meant cleaning ducks. I don't blame her. All that buckshot to remove. They can let all ducks live as far as I'm concerned.