Pepper came to us when she was around three years old in 1942 and we had her for another ten years.  Mom took many photos of friends and relatives and many of them included Pepper.  Pepper always went with me as we explored our 21 acre farm together.  She stuck close because the cows didn’t like her and she regarded me as her protector.  Once she killed a snake and became my protector.  She shook the daylights out of that snake.  Mr. snake didn’t stand a chance.  As you can see in the photos, she never knew a stranger.  Although she didn’t see some of my relatives very often, she acted as though she had known them forever and sought out their affections when they came visiting.

Pepper and Larry as young boy.

Pepper plainly shows her affection for Mom and the

feeling was mutual.

In fact,

Pepper loved us as a family.  Notice, she is having me shake her paw,

something she knew how to do when you asked her to 'shake hands'.

Pepper

didn't mind sharing the spotlight with King but she had the spotlight all to

herself even without trying.

Pepper never had 'stranger' in her

vocabulary.  Here she is affectionate to Cousin Peanut who didn't

get down very often to see us.

Pepper enjoys a photographic moment with 'Sis', my half-sister, who traveled down for a visit.

Pepper is enjoying some loving from Cousin

Mitzi.

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