| This is the story of a sad little boy and his love for his dog and his dogs love for him,and how that love went beyond death The boys name was Harry and his dogs name was Old Wrinkels.The name Wrinkels fit the old mama hound just right,for after years of having pups her skin hung on her like a sack.The little boy loved the old dog more than anything.He played with the pups but he would fall asleep by the old mama hound and she would look after him like he was her biggest pup.He spent his days walking and sleeping and playing with his beloved old hound dog.To the little boy the days just drifted by while he would pet his friends soft fur and feel her soft ears and her gentle ever present love,but Old wrinkels was very old and there would be no more puppies.Only a little time was left for her and her little friend.The winter came and Old Wrinkels seemed to just sleep most of the time,then one morning she didn't wake up .The little boy was broken hearted and his crying was so pityful,it broke his mothers heart also,but what could she do?Harrys father said they would bury Old Wrinkels on top of the hill by the stream that ran behind their house.The family went to the hill to say good bye to their old dog,bringing flowers and the old dogs wool blanket that she had slept on every night.Harrys father wrapped the old dog in her blanket and they put flowers all over her wrapped body.The little boy cried himself to sleep night after night.The winter was very cold that year,the coldest in fifty years.One night about a mounth after the old dogs death,Harrys father got up to make sure the fire was burning for the night and noticed Harry was not in his bed! He called and called and looked every where in the house.Harrys mother was very scared and began to panic when she realized Harry had gone outside.They went out in the freezing night to look for Harry.They looked ,but could not find him.Harrys mother was terrified and she thought of little Harry and his old dog Wrinkels and the idea came into her mind,mabe he went to see Wrinkels.She called to her husband and began to run to the hill where old wrinkels was buried,he saw her running and took out after her.They both reached the top of the hill together,out of breath and crying. They saw little Harry his face blue but he was alive.Little Harry was lying on top of Old Wrinkels grave and wrapped around his body was Old Wrinkels tattered wool blanket.How the blanket got around the boy could not be explain.The dogs grave was still covered in flowers not a mark on it.Harrys life had been saved by Old Wrinkels.I know the tale of Old Wrinkels because Harry was my Grandfather....These are pictures of Harry and Wrinkels and Harry and a pup.The Girl in the back ground was my Aunt Annie Lowther. |
