1939: Dog Days for Duke
I don’t know that we could run this in the paper anymore, because people would probably call us and complain.
When I was teeny-tiny I used to try to ride my grandparents’ cheerful, friendly and extremely patient dog, Thurman. Thurman, that prince of dogs, put up with it and never even gave me a nip.
Unfortunately, he also let me drink out of his dog dish.
