One Woman Dog

Lisa was intended to be the family dog, but she quickly decided my mother Helen was the alpha. She ignored the rest of us.

I remember when she arrived. She was four months old and was in a wood crate that seemed not much bigger than she. She had been shipped from Maine. The trip was made more stressful by a pilot's strike that left her sitting at Chicago's O'Hare airport for four days. My parents were very worried about her. She was OK, but it took several weeks for her to settle in.



She was an indoor dog mostly, but every morning she was let out to run. There were no fences and she would be gone a couple of hours. She ranged quite far, but never got into trouble.