One of the endearing attributes about my mother is she loved animals. I remember the two hound dogs she received as a gift from her brother, my Uncle Timmy. My mother said they were enhorre, which means lazy. She said, "All they do is sleep all day and eat like a horse." Whenever strangers came around they would raise their heads, look at them, and drop their heads back down and go back to sleep. Their favorite sspot to recline was the front porch. Mom did not have the heart to give them away because of their sentimental value to her. During one of my summer breaks fomr boarding school, I came home and the dogs were notivsnly absent. I asked mom about their absence and she told me that a man came and got them and he can keep them. Puzzled,
