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Street Prophets Sunday Coffee Hour: All the Pets We've Loved Before - and your local No Kings event! [1]
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Date: 2025-06-15
Hi and welcome to the Street Prophets Sunday open thread! I hope you will grab a cuppa your favorite, hot or cold, and join us.
Princess Pixie
Today is a somber day for our usual Sunday host, michelewn, who lost her beloved Pixie yesterday. I was thinking maybe it might cheer her to share some of our favorite “wonderful pet” stories, about some of those deeply-loved companions who are now welcoming Pixie with purrs, sniffs and headbutts on the other side of the Bridge.
(Also, if one of the regulars could republish this to the Street Prophets, I’d appreciate it!)
Our first family dog (at least after I was born) was a wonderful Malamute named Snowfoot. She’s why I get to say I was raised by wolves — she was decidedly my “other mother” and when I had a nightmare, I would go downstairs and curl up on the kitchen floor with her. (I have no idea why she wasn’t allowed upstairs — I suspect I strenuously objected at the time.)
In 1973, a massive ice storm (dubbed Ice Storm Felix), hit on Dec. 17th. As a kid, of course, for me this meant no school, the magic of ice-covered trees, and the chance to pick out our Christmas tree that year all by myself! Being an enterprising kid, I had repurposed an old sheet into a harness for Snowfoot, who I then hitched up to my Flexible Flyer. My mother gave me a whole $20 — a fortune in those days — and sent me down to the football field where the Boy Scouts had their annual sale to buy a tree.
Predictably, I came home with the largest tree on the lot. That sucker was huge. The base was tied onto my sled, and the top dragged on the snow-covered pavement quite a ways behind (I’m pretty sure it was ten feet tall). Huffing and grunting, I tugged on the sled’s rope while Snowfoot, with ropes going from her makeshift harness to the metal runners, pranced and pulled. With a ton of sweat on my part, and a ton of enjoyment on Snowfoot’s, we got it back to the house.
(If memory serves, I also had a bit of change left over that got blown on candy at the nearby drugstore.)
We had one of those wraparound staircases that opened up to the second floor, which was good — we ended up leaning over the railing to decorate the top few feet of the tree. Even now, a half-century later, that tree is still, in my memory, the uber-tree, the Christmas tree to outshine all others.
And Snowfoot is still the uber-dog, the dog to which all other dogs are compared :-) I have no doubt she is waiting even now to greet Pixie and make her feel welcomed and at home.
Not Snowfoot, but very close!!
I hope you’ll share a favorite story about a pet of yours, or news about your local No Kings event, or whatever’s been going on with you!
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