Lincoln Junior High School - Panthers Lair Yearbook (Orem, UT)

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Steven anden Joann Bellows Mark Benson Susan Blake Steven Glaylock Gerald Bliss Shelia Case Steven Clark Carolyn Dastrup Kelly Davis Dorene Ferguson Bruce Flygare Lavona Garfield Billy Garner Robert Geertsen Patsy Gillman Terry Lee Cousins Lynn Hooley Martha Johnson Deanna Kitchen Stephan Kofford Robert Madsen Peggy McKeller Sherl McKenzie Barry Memmott Ronald Miller David Nelson Irene Pippin Rudy Poecker Bernell Stubbs Joe Squire Irene Blake Karen Christopherson Timothy Elliott Delvin Leavitt John Nielsen Doug Nielsen Larry Park Dianne Peters Betty Prescott VickiAnn Provost Linda Raymond Norman Rhoades Kathleen Roberts Karen Ross Michael Searle Conrad Shimada Sandra Shinkle Sherian Smith Dennis Speckman Patsy Strasburg Ellen Sundquis: Lee Taylor Sandra Terris Kathleen Thomas Pennis Tolley Sherry Waycasy Larry Wilkins Brent wood Sarah Young

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The Life of a Dog at Our House by Becky Campbell Oh hum!!! It was so very comfortable to be in bed that morning in June. I had made up my mind to sleep in. I was trying to concentrate on one of those dreams that you don't tell any- one about, when suddenly, I felt something moist and hairy on my face. I awoke suddenly with my shaggy dog laying her hair all over my bed. I could not make myself angry, as she looked so innocent and loving. But why, of all mornings, did she pick this one to awaken me with her pink tongue? . The next day we planned to take a short vacation to some parks in and around Utah. Of course Dusty, the shag mop, had to come along. Mother and Dad put up protest, but we told them if they sent Dusty to a vet to be put in a cage, we would go right along with her. Mom and Dad thought this was a grand idea, but since they didn't have big enough cages for us, there was no alternative. We all went! Riding along in the car was not the most extravagant experience I have ever had. There was hair flying all over from that abominable blob of hairy dog. I was just about ready to shove her out of the window. Becauge it was very warnh we decided to stop at a dairy queen for an ice cream cone. Dusty was not to be excluded. She wanted one too. We ordered five small cones and one large one for the biggest in the family. After receiving our cones, I couldn't quite understand why everyone was looking at us as though we were insane. Hadn't they ever seen a dog lick at an ice cream cone before? About three hours later we stopped at a park to eat lunch. After finishing, we packed up and took off. While watching scenery I glanced behind the car. I saw the darndest looking dog trotting behind our car. I then realized that we had left Dusty behind. Very late that night we arrived home. Before I even got near my bedroom, Dusty raced into my room and jumped up on the bed. I tried to move her, but she just growled. I ended up on the floor that night rolled up in my rug. Days went by of cutting, shampooing and peroxiding Dusty's hair. Well, she did not mind. A wedding invitation came to us one day. It was for my cousin in Washington. We then started preparing for the trip. This time, only my mother, sister, Judy and I went. We wanted to take Dusty but she was a little sick. So I kissed her good-bye and we left. All went well at the wedding and soon we were on our way back home. I was terribly excited about seeing Dusty, and of course the rest of the family. But somehow I missed Dusty more than anyone else. We drove up in- to the drive way and my sister, Myra, came running out of the house. I thought to myself Myra must not be feeling well. She had the strangest look on her face. What's wrong? , I asked. Myra then told us Dusty had died. How could someone so sweet, wonderful and companionable die? I could hardly believe that our poor Dusty had died. I kept thinking, no more waking in the morning to those loving eyes. I thought I would really be lost without her. After a few weeks we got a Syberian Sled dog. She was just little and white then. I have come to love her just as much as I loved Dusty. But I could never forget all the exa periences we had together. We named our new dog Frosty, and more than likely we will have some more little Frosties to take care of on Valentines Day. The dog in your life is more than a mere possess ion. He becomes very much a part of your way of liv- ing, subtly influencing you and your family in a mult- itude of ways you may never suspect. No matter how much you may resist, he will leave his mark on you. Perhaps make you a warmer, more tolerant person, more in tune with the good things of life. Companionship, adoration, loyalty, you'll learn more about these through your dog. And more about sadness, too, for there are those inevitable partings. For all of the little irritations he will bring to bear, you'll discover a million attributes which make the sum total of his stay in your home a pleasant meaningful experience.